DANTE’S POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, palms braced against the marble sink. My face looked carved from stone hard lines, darker eyes, a storm that refused to quiet. This shouldn’t have mattered. Selene shouldn’t have mattered. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her standing in Steven’s territory… speaking softly to him… believing in him. And I hated how easily that belief had once belonged to me.
I dragged a hand through my hair, frustrated. Same questions going over and over in my mind, I obviously couldn’t ask her any of these questions because I had placed her under lock down and I also didn’t believe that she would give me any honest answers. Why was she so confident that she could reach him? Why had she looked at him in the eyes without fear? What bothered me the
