Rosalia arrived at school that morning in a venomous mood. She didn't even give Dante a chance to bid her farewell before slamming the door right in his face.

She was angry, and she had every right to be. Giovanni had abandoned her again. Waking up to an empty, cold bed felt like a cruel slap to the face. What was the point of coming to her duplex last night, fucking her senseless, and whispering all those possessive promises, only to disappear before sunrise? The worst part was that he hadn't even left a note. He hadn't called, he hadn't texted, and he clearly hadn't cared how upset she would...