DANTE’S POV
Something was wrong with the bond…profoundly, catastrophically wrong. Things between me and Selene were shifting at a pace I could no longer control, slipping through my fingers like water no matter how tightly I tried to grip them. At first, I was furious outraged, even at the audacity of her dreaming about a life without me. The mere idea that she would imagine a future in which I wasn’t the center of her orbit had felt like a personal insult, especially when I still wasn’t ready still refused to commit to her fully.
But this wasn’t about anger anymore.
This was about danger.
And the possibility that someone or something was being allowed closer to her than I had ever permitted. That alone was unacceptable, but the bond made it worse, sharper, more intimate. I had already
