Dante's POV:
The prison guard readjusted the baton strapped to his hip. I didn't miss the sharp look he gave Nova. She leaned back in her seat, her eyes cruel and mocking as she glared at me through the glass that separated us.
"You think this is funny?" I asked, fed up with her nonchalance.
"Why disturb yourself?" She asked, no sign of remorse in her eyes.
"Because you have ruined Morgan's life!" I yelled. Recalling where I was, I inhaled and exhaled trying to regain my cool. I glanced at the guard quickly, but his eyes were elsewhere.
Nova leaned forward and tapped her finger on the glass. "Look at you. All worked up because of her Dante. Still pining after her. Have you no shame?"
"Shame?" I scoffed meeting her dead eyes. "If you had a little bit of shame we wouldn't be in this
