Elena’s pov

The city spread before me in declining light, in tons of red and amber. I always loved this time of day—when shadows fell in dark stripes, and everything seemed to cling between what is and what may be. But tonight, something was different. Tonight, I stood in the position of fading to the background. I had chased after Dante for years. Twisted the strings of fate, bending reality to fit myself. And for what? To lose. I had done them all. Everything. Everything and every ...