Chapter 5Dante
He didn’t expect to be understood. Angels always had a hard time understanding demons, especially when it was someone as spectacular as Raphael. Raphael, who’d always had everything. Who never felt unsafe in his entire life. Raphael, who had the opportunity to become the stunning, intelligent, cultured and goal-driven full package of a man Dante mercilessly fell for.
Raphael could be cruel.
He knew this, and still, his heart was breaking. He sobbed and wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks. Dante walked out into the sun, basking in the fresh morning air. This town wasn’t that far from the desert, and yet, it was a lot cooler than the previous few mornings. Having a few minutes to himself was just what he needed.
“Dante,” he heard his name from the neighboring building.
