Lily's POV
I followed him without asking where we were going, even though I already knew. The penthouse felt too quiet after the day we’d had—after the estate, the dresses, the almost-moments that kept stacking on top of each other until my chest felt tight with them. The elevator ride up had been silent, the kind of silence that wasn’t empty but crowded. I could feel it in the way Dante stood beside me, close enough that I was aware of the warmth of him, far enough that it felt deliberate. Every floor that passed felt like a countdown.
When we stepped inside, I barely had time to set my bag down before he was already moving through the hallway. He didn’t look back, didn’t explain. He just reached the treatment room door and opened it, holding it there long enough for me to understand t
