DANTE
Her narration was just as fruitless.
They had tracked Oleander's scent to the border between our land and those savages. That was why she told the deltas who wanted to spy on them to stay behind and watch.
But they found nothing. No sign of Oleander. No whispers. No plans. Nothing. And the savages had been minding their business as she had said. Even though there was something strange about them.
Something she couldn't place her finger on.
My hands curled into fists. The thought of losing her forever tightened around my throat. The thought of failing the promise I made at Penny's grave burned through me.
No.
I shook my head, my gaze hardening on Celina. She stepped back as if she thought I might strike her.
I would find her.
No matter where you are, Oleander, I, Dante Corsetti, will find you and do with you as I please.
"You are really scaring me with that look," Celina murmured, though there was no fear in her eyes.
