Dante quietly stood where he had stopped, his fingers curling and uncurling unconsciously at his sides as he tried to puzzle out the conflicting emotions swirling in his mind. On the one hand, he had missed her more than he'd ever admit, her sudden appearance causing his heart to race, much as it used to when they had been inseparable. On the other hand, she had broken his trust and vanished when he had needed her the most, causing him more than a little trouble in the process. He had never before wanted to simultaneously kiss someone, and choke the life from them. It was a truly unsettling feeling for Dante, a man who usually kept a firm grip on his thoughts and feelings, choosing which ones to let in and which to ignore.<br/><br/>“And how the hell do you know when I'm 'supposed to be back'? This is my home and I come and go as I fucking please. You on the other hand, are one of the least welcome people that could've shown up.” Dante shook his head slowly, his amber gaze focused on Rory. “As for my clothes, I was on a job. Not that it's any of your concern.”<br/><br/>He watched, his eyes locked on her, as she exited his closet and took a seat on his bed, a box of his files sitting next to her. As she spoke, he began to shake his head in disbelief, his eyes narrowing dangerously as she fell quiet. He could tell that she was tense, her movements and tone of her voice gave her away to him. Rory had been a large part of his life until three years ago, the two of them spending nearly all of their time together. She would never be able to hide her tells from him, much as he wouldn't be able to hide anything from her. As much as he wanted to reach out to her, to help her feel more at ease with him, his anger from her betrayal had taken hold of his mind, forcing his darker side to the front.<br/><br/>“You've got some fucking nerve woman.” His voice was etched with anger, an underlying hint of violence accentuated by the tightening at the edges of his amber eyes. “You show up after three years and act as if nothing at all happened. Do you even realize the trouble you caused me? Or that I've had to spend the last three years cleaning up that fucking mess.” A slow smile spread across his lips, a smile that never reached his eyes. “It's funny that you show up the same night that I clean up the last speck of that mess. As always Rory, you have impeccable timing.”<br/><br/>He slowly shook his head as he looked down at her, “Why would you think I kept anything you left? Every last thing you gave me is in a landfill somewhere. I can't help you anymore, not that I would anyway.” Motioning to the box of files sitting beside her on the bed, he couldn't help but laugh. “That is a box of my tax information for the past two years. If you're looking for any files I used to keep on our old jobs and what we took, I no longer have any of that. I torched it all. So as I said, I can't help you Rory, so why don't you just disappear again. You know, since you're so good at that.”<br/><br/>With one last look at Rory, he turned from her and exited his bedroom, heading down the hall to the living room to retrieve the painting and the ancient blade. Once the trophies were in hand, Dante moved to the bookshelf in the room and pressed his forefinger against the spine of a thick book. With a soft click of metal, the bookshelf slid open to reveal a thick security door, much like a bank would keep it's lock boxes behind. Pressing his finger to a small pad, the security shut off and allowed the door to be pulled open, revealing a set of stairs that led to a hidden basement. He didn't care if Rory knew it was there, or if she followed him down, as the security would keep even her from breaking in if he weren't there, and even she wasn't stupid enough to outright steal from him.<br/><br/>The room was quite large, and lined with rows of shelves and cases, most of which were full of ancient artifacts and black market goods. The vault contained a literal fortune, one that he and Rory had started with a few small jobs all those years ago. It was clear that Dante had never left the life she had introduced him to, and that he had more than flourished without her aid in the three years she had been gone. Placing the painting against a wall to the side of the room, Dante moved to the back of the vault to a row of five cases, two of which contained ancient blades like the one he had taken from Ansel. With great care, and a victorious smirk, he unwrapped the blade and placed it in one of the empty cases and closed it, making sure the lock was secured before stepping back to admire the three blades he had collected.