Luna’s POV
Dante gestures toward me, his gaze unwavering, intense.
“What?” I whisper, unsure of what he’s expecting.
“You have questions, Luna. I know you have a lot to ask, so go ahead.”
I do have questions—too many, really. But all of them lead down a path I’m not ready to face. If I ask the wrong thing, this entire fragile situation could crumble. And deep down, I know I’m not ready to be told the ugly truth about his business.
“Is your plan to ignore your questions?” he presses, his voice challenging, as if daring me to confront him.
I close my eyes in frustration, my hands clenching at my sides. “No,” I snap, “my plan is to try and ignore this whole thing. Your business, what you do, everything.”
His head tilts slightly, and a dark laugh escapes him. “You still think I sell and
