SELENE’S POV
The door shut behind me with a soft click, but the sound felt like a blade sliding straight into my chest. I kept walking one step, then another because stopping would mean breaking. And if Dante wanted anything, it was for me to break. Or at least that’s what I told myself as I moved down the dim corridor. Dante drifted between cruelty and the faintest hints of softness, a pattern that left me confused and frustrated. I hated that part of me still wondered what he felt for me. I hated even more that I wanted him to want me. I had been so confident that no mate bond could ever convince me that Dante was lovable, yet I found myself softening toward him. Understanding him.
Excusing him. And I despised myself for that weakness. My wolf turned into a trembling thing whenever h
