Carlota’s POV
I was walking home with my books and papers clutched in my arms, my backpack slung over one shoulder. The only time I felt good, that I could hide anywhere, was when I was going home, and it was such a relief that I was starting to go home away from everyone’s eyes.
But my relief didn’t last.
A figure stepped out from behind a parked car, blocking my path. I froze for a moment, recognizing the family crest on his jacket—Delgrave. My heart sank. I had thought I’d left that world behind. I had thought Dante Delgrave, my past, and all the pain that came with it were over.
I took a step back, shifting my books in my hands, trying to appear calm. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice steady but my insides twisting.
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Carlota. It’s… been
