Chapter 98:

Kira’s POV:

He didn’t come over.

Even though I could feel his gaze like a brand against my skin—burning, crawling under the fabric of my hoodie, prying into my soul—he didn’t approach the car. Instead, after a moment that felt like it stretched too long, he turned away.

Dante gave the car one final look, and then slipped into the back of his black SUV, the door shutting with a muted thud.

I didn’t