Dante's POV
There’s always a moment… a single moment when you realize you’ve crossed an invisible line that changed things on a major scale.
Sometimes, it’s a word you didn’t mean to say.
Other times, it’s a look you didn’t mean to give.
For me, it happened the night Tanya told me about the rejection.
It was late, and the training yard was empty.
The torches along the perimeter burned low, casting a soft gold light over the packed dirt. Tanya was still there, working through footwork drills long after everyone else had gone. Her movements were slower than usual, more deliberate.
“You’re going to wear a hole in the ground,” I said, leaning on the fence.
She glanced over her shoulder, a faint smile on her lips. “Better the ground than my skull.”
I stepped into the light. “What are
