THE CONFESSION Three days after the ambush, Bella made a decision. She found Dante in the war room—a space she had never been allowed to enter before the attack, but which was now open to her as a matter of course. He was poring over surveillance photos and intelligence reports, planning the retaliation that everyone knew was coming. "We need to talk," she said, closing the door behind her. Dante looked up, his expression softening when he saw her. "About?" "About us. About this." She gestured at the maps and photos spread across the table. "About what I want." Dante set down his pen, giving her his full attention. "I'm listening." Bella took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "When you took me, I hated you. I fought you. I dreamed of escape. And then... slowly... things changed

