Dante POV
I wake up, disoriented, the bed empty beside me. Luna isn’t here. My body feels sore, every muscle aching as if the tension has been wound too tight for too long. My hands are stiff, still covered in dried blood. I sigh heavily, dragging myself to the shower.
As the water crashes over me, I hope—pray—that it will wash away everything. The unease that’s been gnawing at me, the constant tension in my gut, the doubt, paranoia, anger... But none of it goes away. It’s all still simmering, just below the surface, waiting to break through again.
I wanted to wake up with Luna beside me, to feel her there, grounded in that moment. But she’s not. And I know why. Our schedules are completely out of sync now. I work when she sleeps, and when she’s awake, all I want to do is be with her, w
