Chapter 158

I could only pout, a small huff escaping me.

Sometimes I wondered if Dante forgot who I really was—or perhaps, he simply chose to forget.

I wasn’t fragile, nor was I some helpless girl to be tucked away.

But even as my irritation simmered, I knew the truth behind his stubborn command. He wasn’t underestimating me. He was worried—terrified even.

As always...

I nodded, though my chest tightened with