[Dante] As he had expected, Aloisia’s lair was right where it was previously. He knew that she would move to the lands of undeads soon. If his guess was right, there were undeads in the co

[DANTE] She was there. Alive. Too alive to his liking.  Dante wished that he would have preferred it if she was dead or sitting in the same room with the undeads in the next room. If it was possible, he would love to gouge his eyes out by himself. Maybe the book should reset itself, or maybe he should forget everything. But he knew that forgetting was impossible unless Savina could fail again. Since it wasn’t possible, he let out a heavy sigh. Savina didn’t move. She looked at him with annoyance. Her sharp brows shoot up as if she was challenging him while sitting on Alphonse’s lap. Oh, only if she knew who Alphonse was or what kind of crimes he had committed. Nevertheless, he hated remembering how she had loved him while she couldn’t remember

[Dante] “I didn’t expect this from you, Alphonse,” Kaige spoked before Dante could say a word. Dante rolled his eyes, but he remained quiet. Something was stirring in his heart. Something that felt better after Savina got off Alphonse’s lap. That ‘something’ was both familiar and unfamiliar. He had experienced it once, but it had never stayed with him for long. Was it love? He didn’t bother to cling to the feeling, and he hoped that the strange feeling would leave him. But it was impossible. His curse was slowly lifting. His heart was thawing, and he was feeling. When did he start feeling for this strange woman? To be honest, he could still pretend until the end that he didn’t feel anything for Savina. At the same time, the for

[Interlude] I stop and glance at Harvey. Sitting in his office again, I have a tornado going inside my heart. Sensing that I have paused my narration, he raises his head and meets my eyes. I look away, recalling the moment when Dante had left the room that day. Why do I still feel bad? I am not Dante’s wife. I am not his lover. I am not his woman. I belong to myself. I am self sufficient. I do not deserve men like Dante, Alphonse, or Kaige. But there is still an ache in my chest that won’t go away. So I don’t understand why I still want to cling on to Dante. Is it similar to the time I had clung on Raymond?