I didn’t tell Dante about Elena’s visit.

How could I, when I wasn’t even sure she’d been real? When the alternative was that I was losing my mind, seeing ghosts, imagining warnings from women who looked like my dead mother?

So instead, I ate the food Lyra brought. Forced myself to sleep despite the nightmares. And when morning came, I made my decision.

I found Dante in the training yard, shirtless and sparring with his warriors. Sweat gleamed on his skin as he moved—all predatory ...