Dante's POV
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, glancing briefly at Marco, who was seated across from me. There was something off about all that had been happening these days, something I couldn’t put my finger on. I felt restless and uneasy, especially as I couldn't figure out anything.
What was wrong with Alora? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible had happened.
"Luca, what happened to Alora?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, although my heart was thumping wildly in my chest.
He sighed heavily, as though he could sense my impatience. "Listen, I know what you're thinking. But you’ve got to understand me. I was only going to see how she was doing."
A frown crept its way to my face. "Luca, didn’t I say you shouldn't go to Alora's room? Why don't you ever listen?"
