Dante’s POV
I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. My mind kept circling back to that room, replaying every second, trying to make sense of it. What was it that triggered her? Every aspect of that room, every piece of it—she’s seen before, in one way or another. And yet, something about it set her off. She didn’t seem phased by the other scenes, so why that room?
The thought has gnawed at me all morning. It’s past midday now, the time I’d normally be catching some sleep before the night. But not today. My mind won’t let me rest.
I want to keep up the fight we’ve been having, this back-and-forth where I push, and she fights me off but ends up loving it. But right now, pushing her like that? It feels like it would do more harm than good. I need a new plan.
Maybe I can use this—whatever last night w
