Dante’s POV
Have you ever smelled rain before it even thinks about falling? That static, sharp tang sticking to the back of your throat? Yeah. That’s how the whole palace felt lately, storm tension, thick enough to choke on. Especially around Dominic.
He watched me like I was a bad itch he couldn’t scratch. Elora barely blinked in my general direction and there he was, clinging to her hand like she might break if I breathed too close. Always another job, another reason to shove me out: patrolling, hauling supplies, anything that kept me busy and as far from her as possible.
He honestly must have thought I was clueless. Like I didn’t notice the way jealousy twisted him up from the inside out. The edge in his voice when he so much as spat out my name? Subtle as a sledgehammer.
Too bad fo
