Chapter 68
- Olivia
- I didn’t know what irritated me more: Dante’s expression or his silence. It was as if he were searching for something in my face, an answer or maybe confirmation that I was still wounded—and unfortunately, he didn’t have to look very hard to see it. Because I was. All that façade of strength I’d been building seemed to shatter in front of him.
- “Olivia,” he said again, his tone low and almost cautious.