Dante’s pov
I couldn’t sit still.
All I could do was pace around as my head was filled with thoughts.
The door was flung open as Sara entered without knocking… she never knocked when she wanted to taunt me.
“You’re wearing the floor down,” she said with a smile, closing the door behind her.
I ignored the joke. “Did you hear anything?”
She raised a brow. “About what?”
“You know what.”
She walked to a chair and sat in it with crossed legs.
“No. Just the normal gossip. The usual whispers about the wedding being too sudden. Some saying you’re soft now. A few betting on how long before Selene cracks under pressure.”
My jaw tightened. “Anything else?”
“No,” she said again, slower this time. “Nothing about… you know what.”
I stopped pacing and turned to her fully. “And what happens
