ELARA’S POV

Dante had definitely found something; he didn't seem alright. I could feel it in my bones. He was pushing me away, and whenever I met his gaze by chance, it was different, so much energy had changed.

Hours earlier, he had refused to talk to me, sending me away. And suddenly, I noticed his missed calls on my phone.

Instead of returning them, I decided it would be better to meet him in person. I needed to see his face, to read what was in his eyes. I needed to know.

“What ...