DANTE’S POV
There was still a lot that Selene and I still had to discuss, a lot of things that had been lefty unsaid. Questions that I was too anxious to ask her because I was afraid of how the answers to my questions would make me react. I was worried that I would loose control and revert to my old way of doing things. The goddess knew that I was trying my hardest to be different. I was trying my hardest to be more gentle but I just couldn’t continue acting like I didn’t need answers.
I didn’t plan to ask her.
The truth was, I had been avoiding it… circling the question like a wound I didn’t want to reopen because I already knew it would hurt. But the bond wouldn’t let me rest. It hummed restlessly beneath my skin, unstable, unfamiliar. Not whole. Not broken.
Wounded.
Selene sat by t
