DANTE'S POV.
The door to my room clicked shut behind me, and silence settled like a heavy blanket. After spending the whole day on the rogue sighting matter, I was finally able to take a break and return to my bed tonight.
As I walked further into the room, the smell of something soft and sweet hit me.
I stopped in the middle of the carpet, every sense waking.
It smelled sweet. Too sweet.
A scent of sugar and wet earth. I knew that smell. Flowers. Fresh ones.
No one brought flowers here.
My room was always clean, bare, stripped of anything alive except me and the fire. By order, by instinct. People knew better. They knew what happens to living things when they stay too close to me.
My eyes found them fast.
A vase of mixed flowers sat in the living area.
I went still.
Those flow
