Chapter 73

~Dante’s POV~ “Get me, Doctor Blackwoods, now! Hunt him down if possible.” I yelled at Lev, but I was actually mad at myself. I was supposed to be her husband, her brother, and I knew her better than anyone else—not even her mother knew Lola more than I did. I failed her yet again. I kept failing her; when she became of age, I failed to confess my love for her but left clues for her. I told her how I felt so many times but in riddles. How the fuck was she supposed to know I meant I loved her? Like a coward, when she didn’t get the riddles, I stepped back, and as I was thinking of how much of a coward I was, my thought took me down memory lane to when I took her hiking.