Dante was still waiting for me to answer his question about my day. He had a patient expression on his face, even though I was staring at him like an idiot. I quickly took another bite of my pizza so I could give myself time to think. While I chewed, I analyzed the situation I was in.

I thought that Dante and I had agreed to wait to explore this undeniable connection we had until after we took down The Golden Hive. I vividly remembered our conversation about it, in ...