Chapter 19

• Dante wasn’t sure why he felt lighter. It wasn’t happiness, he hadn’t known happiness in a long time but there was something undeniably satisfying about the way Elena had whispered those final words before closing the door.
• "No, he hasn’t touched me. I don’t think I’ll ever let him."
• The thought had followed him down the hallway, lingering in his mind like a melody he couldn’t shake off. He hadn’t expected her to say it. Hadn’t expected that quiet defiance from someone who, until now, seemed too small for this world. And yet, there it was.