Dante's POV.
Everything was crashing down around me.
As I watched Elena walk toward the cliff, it felt like the world had narrowed into a single, unbearable moment. My breath caught in my chest, like something was sitting on top of me, heavy and unrelenting. I wanted to scream, to drag her back, to make it all stop—but I didn't move. I couldn't. My mind was split in two, torn between fury, fear, and something deeper I couldn't even name.
How had we gotten here?
She was doing this because she didn't trust me to save him. And I couldn't blame her. I'd failed her once, more than once. I didn't believe her when she needed me to, and now the only person she could rely on was herself.
And now I was standing there like a coward, letting her face Antonia alone.
