Dante
She looked at me like I was the enemy.
That was the part that gutted me the most.
I stood outside her house long after she went in, watching the flicker of her lights behind the curtains, listening to the wind rattle the dead leaves on the porch. My hands were clenched at my sides. My jaw was tight. Every damn instinct in me screamed to go back, to knock on that door, to tell her the truth.
But I didn’t.
Because the truth wouldn’t save her. Not yet.
It would destroy her.
The moment I saw the mark, glowing faintly beneath her skin like embers under ash, I knew it was only a matter of time. Her dormant side was stirring. And once it fully awakened, there’d be no putting it back to sleep.
Especially not with WHO sniffing around like vultures.
I turned on my heel and headed towa
