Chapter 21 I Wanna Help
- ISABELLA’S POV
- “You know you have to apologize to Valencia, right?” I say to Dante as soon as he opens the bathroom door. His hair is wet and he on his forehead, a few lose strands almost entering his piercing eyes directed curiously at me.
- His skin is shiny, like he was carved from fine porcelain, by the hands of Aphrodite herself. I could stare at him all day and never get tired.