Dante’s Point of View
I barely made it through the door before I was back at my suitcase, throwing in the last few items with the precision of a soldier packing for a mission. The weight of the trip ahead was already sitting heavily in my chest, but that wasn’t what occupied my thoughts. No, my mind kept drifting back to her Pixie. It had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime. I still couldn’t get her out of my head.
The sound of the door creaking open caught me off guard. I didn’t need to look to know it was Claudia my stepmother. She had a way of entering a room like she owned it, and today was no different.
“Where are you heading?” Her voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was something underneath it something I couldn't quite place.
I didn’t even glance up, too f
