Dante’s POV
Lord knows what was happening to me lately.
I was always angry. Always on edge. Frustrated at everything and everyone. And it didn’t help that Scarlet had locked herself inside that damn room for the past three days, acting like a child throwing a tantrum. Not talking. Barely eating. Refusing to come out. What was she even doing in there?
Did she think sulking in silence would bend me to her will? She was wrong. I wasn't about to entertain her theatrics. I wasn’t that kind of man. I didn’t coddle. I ruled.
But despite everything, I wasn’t heartless. I wasn’t this monster she painted me out to be. That day, when I found out she had gone missing, I was losing my mind. I had no clue where she was. I tried tracking her, calling in patrols, even trying to sniff out her scent. Nothing. And to make it worse, her assigned guard, Ezra, was nowhere to be found.
Gone. On leave.
And who gave him that leave?
Apparently, she did.
Did she have any idea how dangerous it was for her here?
