Dante POV
We sit there for a while, and he just keeps complaining. He goes on about how “needy” she is, but it’s bullshit. Luna isn’t needy. She just wants to feel wanted, and he can’t even give her that.
He brings up the texts she sends, calling them inappropriate, and I laugh. It’s far from inappropriate. She’s trying to make him feel wanted, trying to bridge the gap he’s created.
Eventually, he falls asleep, slumping back in the chair. I pick him up and carry him to the bed, laying him down next to her. I hear the bed creak slightly as she shifts, her energy drained from another night of disappointment.
I turn to leave, but then I see little Bear, our little puppy, walking around my feet.
I curse under my breath. If I hadn’t told Justin to come here, Luna would have been alone. No
