Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Author's POV

Nobody moved for a long time.

Dante sat against the lockers with his nose still bleeding into his collar, the tablet glowing on the bench beside him, the photograph of his own life still up on the screen where Viktor had left it.

"Twelve years," he said finally. Quiet. Almost to himself.

"I know," Arthur said.

"Twelve years, and I never once asked him why. I just believed