DANTE’S POV
As I buckle my shirt, I try to remain composed. The news Boyle broke to me about Yara taking Tamara is driving me crazy. I should have known something was up when I saw her here, but I was too caught up with enjoying my life with my wife, forgetting it has never been rosy.
Raven reaches for her clothes, picking them up one by one as if we have all the time in the world.
She looks at me, her eyes searching mine for a proper answer.
Then she clears her throat.
"So," she asks, "where are we going now?"
I just look at her, raising a brow. I can't find the words yet. My mind is already ten thousand miles away, imagining what Yara is doing to my daughter.
Raven shrugs, stepping into her dress.
"What? Are we going to the Bridge of Love? The Pont des Arts?" She lets out a dry,
