Chapter 112

Elara (Now Edith) Point of view:

“Dante…”

His name lingered in the air like the soft aftertaste of honey tea—warm, strange, and unexpectedly comforting. I couldn’t stop smiling. My fingers, idle, traced the fabric of the blanket I sat on, brushing over a seam again and again as if doing so would help me make sense of the feelings swirling inside my chest.

Why?

Why did his name stir something in me