FRANCESCA's POV
I woke up to a cold bed, the same coldness I had slept in.
It was obvious that Dante had not come in while I slept and I could only tell from the conversation I had eavesdropped on the previous day that he had spent the night with Cassandra.
I wondered how I could have been as stupid to take his empty words of promises whilst ignoring the devil he was within.
It had all been right there in front of me but I had been too blind to acknowledge the truth and fight for myself alone.
They deserved each other and I wasn’t going to be in my bed feeling sorry for myself when my brother was in the hands on the enemy and could be killed for real.
It did not matter that I was still confused about why Dante had not mentioned he had kept my brother alive… in fact he had made it a
