Dante’s POV
The second I turned away from her in the stupid garden, I already knew I was full of s**t.
That frost in my voice? The way I just shut her down, that was all just a mask. None of it is real. Truth is, underneath? I was a wildfire.
Every time I was close to Elora, it felt like something was making me hold tight and refusing to let go. She wasn’t just the Luna. She wasn’t just my brother’s wife. She was...mine. In some way that distance couldn't be erased.
Too bad she didn’t feel the same. Or maybe she did, but just not enough. Not enough for any sort of risk.
And yeah, that drove me totally nuts.
I charged out to the training grounds, ripping past everyone like a bomb about to go off. The other warriors actually flinched when they saw my face. “Keep swinging,” I snapped, s
