128|Good Luck

~Elena~

As soon as Dante was out of the room, I allowed my tears to stream. I sobbed like I had never done before, covering my face with my hand.

This was not what we planned. I don’t want to believe Dante, but if there was a sliver of truth in his revelations, the chances of Declan finding me was zilch. My hope was waning like a candlelight outside the house on a stormy night. How can he come and