“Can I kiss you?”

For the past three days, that statement had refused to leave Annabelle’s mind.

It echoed at the most unexpected moments.

When she was brushing her hair,

When she was with Cathy,

Even when she was supposed to be concentrating on her training.

It was ridiculous.

How could one simple question cause such a stir in her head?

She wasn’t even sure why it bothered her so much.

She should have forgotten it by now, but instead, she kept replaying the moment over and over.

Every time she closed her eyes, she could see the way Dante had looked at her, his intense gaze locking her in...