{Elena’s pov}
The car tires screeched, and we were in the estate. I couldn't help but ponder all that has happened. There's a war in my chest, one that doesn’t bleed but burns. Every time I look at Nico, the ache deepens. I see the man who saved me more times than I can count. I also see the monster they told me he was.
Dante’s voice still echoes in my head. His words, so smooth, so believable, wrapped around me like chains I didn’t even notice until it was too late. He told me Nico was the one who bought me at the auction. That he let it happen. He paraded me like a trophy while whispering lies into my ears. Dante, who wanted me dead. I still didn't get the all game and why I was the pawn in it, my role in all the mysteries happening to me.
I remember the fury in Dante’s eyes as he sp
