Angel’s POV

The sun had finally set, signaling that I only had a few hours before my first shift. Seated at the kitchen table with Dad and Jasmine, I contemplated the burnt French toast in front of me. Dad side-eyed me, waiting for me to take the first bite. My lack of interest in eating went beyond the inedible food; the look on Jasmine's face mirrored my reluctance.

Dante's inexplicable reaction lingered in my mind, leaving my heart shattered and Kira mysteriously absent. I ...