“I love you, Simone,” he says, his dark eyes boring into mine. “I know it’s only been a month—” “I love you, too,” I tell him quickly. “I don’t care how long it’s been. This thing between us—” “It’s not normal,” Dante says. “I love you like . . . like I’d destroy anything that tried to come between us. Like I’d burn the whole world down if I had to.”
