Chapter 35

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kovak tense, his jaw clenching ever so slightly.

I met his gaze for a brief, cutting moment.

There was nothing in me that trembled anymore.

No longing. No sorrow. No regrets.

He searched for cracks, but there were none.

Dante’s subtle movement brought me back — he shifted closer, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back.

A silent message: I am here. Yo