Chapter 85 Unsteady

• Dante POV
• I wake up, disoriented, the bed empty beside me. Luna isn’t here. My body feels sore, every muscle aching as if the tension has been wound too tight for too long. My hands are stiff, still covered in dried blood. I sigh heavily, dragging myself to the shower.
• As the water crashes over me, I hope—pray—that it will wash away everything. The unease that’s been gnawing at me, the constant tension in my gut, the doubt, paranoia, anger... But none of it goes away. It’s all still simmering, just below the surface, waiting to break through again.