DANTE'S POV
I stood still at Elara’s door, my hand hovering just a few inches from the door. My chest rising and falling, unevenly, it got tighter with every heartbeat, as my mind held a quiet war. Hesitation anchored my limbs, and I couldn't knock on the door.
My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
I finally let my fist fall against the door.
Gbam. Gbam.
A gentle, deliberate knock, yet no answer came.
I waited a few moments, then knocked again. Yet nothing.
“This is a sign. A chance to leave, a chance to walk away,” Saint snarled within me. His voice was low but coated with grim satisfaction. “I told you not to come. You should’ve stayed back. This isn't where you should be.”
My jaw tightened.
“Let’s go,” Saint continued, but now in a forceful tone. “The only she-wo
