Olivia's POV
After the meal, we all went our separate ways. Dante returned to his room, but I couldn't ignore the way he'd been around Maya. There was something different about him — a softness, a silent care in the way he spoke to her and made sure she was comfortable.
He may not realize it yet, but I saw it. And if this was what I thought it was, I would do everything I could to persuade him to open his heart. Maya seemed like a good girl, and I had a feeling she could be the change Dante needed.
As for me, I was recovering well. Each day, I felt stronger — maybe even a little too strong. My senses had sharpened, and it was almost as if I could hear and smell things I shouldn’t. My body tingled with an unfamiliar energy, and I couldn’t help but wonder... Was I changing?
Am I really t
