"I almost had it all." Dante breathes, closing his eyes in defeat. "I only have myself to blame for this. You must hate me."
"I don't hate you-- not for one minute." I shake my head again, tapping his chin. "I was hurt...which is why I cut you off. For a long time, it felt like the world was against me; including you. I needed to prioritise myself, my responsibilities...my pack."
"Every night, I wait for you." Dante gracefully gets to his feet, staring down at me with pure adoration. "When the clock strikes midnight, I go to the boundary lines and I look out, beyond the rogue territory. I watch those amber lights, hoping to get a glimpse of you."
"I know....I've done it, too."