Dante's pov
I shook my head, and for once my voice didn’t crack. “No, Elora. This isn’t the end...l, honestly, it’s where s**t starts getting interesting. A bond doesn’t just poof away. One of you has to finish it for real, break it on purpose. Only after that...maybe someone else can claim you. Until then, you still belong to yourself.”
I reached out, tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
Her breath hitched, and her voice cracked out my name. “Dante…”
I pasted on a fake smile, my ribs felt like they were splintering inside. “Don’t call it a loss. He’s blind, not you. He can’t see you… But I always have. Always.”
Her eyes were wet, caught between wanting something and the pain of knowing she shouldn’t. She pulled back before I could say or do something even stupider.
She had
