Chapter 74

*Isabel* I tried to tell myself not to read meaning into this. It was easy to get carried away, to think that maybe... maybe things were different, that maybe the attraction between us meant something more. But I knew it would be extremely foolish. I had no place in his world, not like that. Not ever. Dante sat beside me, his silence heavy, like it often was when he was lost in thought. I'd picked up on some of his tells; how his hands clenched when he was angry, how his eyebrows narrowed when he sensed a challenge. The way his jaws ticked and his teeth grinded when I'd done it said something to turn him on. His dark eyes were fixed on the waterfall, but I could sense a deeper pull to whatever memories stirred within him.