DANTE’S POV
“Elara, not now.”
The moment the words left my mouth, I saw the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. But it moved in a quick blink, masked by a quiet smile. But I already saw it. I knew what her reaction was going to be even before speaking. But I was helpless, I couldn't have said it in a more mild way even if I was given another chance.
For a few seconds she said nothing, she just stood staring and then, “ why not, Dante?. What's stopping you? I'm ready.” The word came carefully.
I wasn’t ready to mark her yet. I didn’t know why the hesitation still kept coming. but something inside me rejected it. A wall. A bond. Saint wasn't even ready.
Still, she didn’t deserve this. Especially my cold attitude recently. The confusion. The quiet cruelty. She didn't deserve it.
Guil
