Chapter 11 Shattered Promises
- Luna's Pov
- The silence stretched between us, thick with something unspoken. Dante lingered by my desk, his fingers idly gliding along the borders of my sketchbook. His face was inscrutable, yet the way he grasped the book—nearly with reverence—caused my stomach to churn with discomfort.
- He then, with a measured and careful motion, closed the sketchbook and turned to look at me.