Chapter 158
“I’d like to know too.”
Those words slipped out of Elodie’s mouth before she could stop them. Last night. She’d actually waited up for Dante. She’d wanted to pin him down, look him in the eye, and demand to know when they could finally make this official. When could she stop being Mrs. Wilson?
But he’d left. Just vanished into the night like he always did, forgetting he’d even promised her five minutes of his precious time.
Across the table, Johnny just sighed, poking at his salad. “Just get it over with, Elodie.”
“I know,” she muttered.
At lunch, the manager had swung by their table to deliver the update: Sienna was fine. Dante had already taken her home to rest. Of course he did.
The herbal medicine Old Nonna had forced on her? Was still sitting on the counter, half-finished. Now, after leaving Wilson Tech, Elodie stood in front of the old house. It had been days since she’d seen Dante. Three, maybe four. The place felt empty, hollow. Even Liora had been quiet, either ignorant of Sienna’s injuries, had been sneaking out of the house last night without a word, probably to go see her friends.
There was only one dose of that foul medicine left. She just needed to drink it and leave.
She unlocked the door. The hallway was dark, but light spilled from the living room upstairs.
Her heart did a stupid, painful little stutter. He’s home.
She froze for a second, then steeled her spine. Divorce. Remember? That’s the only thing that matters.
She walked upstairs. Dante was there, standing by the window, looking out at the Pack lands. And of course, Levi was there too, looking like he owned the place.