Chapter 75

Go to Dante point of view:

The storm was still gathering when I returned home, wind curling around the edges of the estate like whispers from the past. The moment I stepped through the door, something felt wrong.

“Elara?”

I called her name once, then again. No answer.

Her scent should’ve greeted me the moment I entered—lavender and ink and something warmer, softer, like the sun through stained gla