Brielle's POV
I barely did anything yesterday or slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante standing in that doorway, watching me drive away with that predatory expression etched into his features. I felt his thumb stroking circles on my wrist, heard his voice low and dangerous in my ear.
This isn't over.
By the time I met Cassandra and Finn at our usual brunch spot, I looked like hell. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my hair was thrown into a messy bun because I couldn't be bothered to do anything else with it. I'd changed my outfit three times before settling on jeans and an oversized sweater that swallowed my frame.
The café was bustling with the Sunday crowd. Families occupied the larger tables while couples lingered over mimosas and eggs benedict. The smell of
