Dante’s POV

Elena was back. Despite everything she had done. Despite the lies, the betrayals, the blood she had spilled—she was back, standing at my door as if she had every right to be here. And the worst part? She still thought she did. I stood there long after she left, staring at the empty parking lot where her car had been, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles ached. “Dante.” Lia’s voice was soft, but I could hear the tension beneath it. I turned to her. She hadn’t moved ...