~WILLOW~
I'm in shock.
Why did he do this to himself right before our trip to the island?
This was supposed to be our night. It was supposed to bring us closer. Yet, he'd found some way to spoil it even before it got a chance to begin.
I can only stare at him as he walks over to me. The whispers are getting louder, and I can almost hear each of them.
Dante surprises all of us when he picks me up into his arms bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself as he walks. What was he doing?
It looks like he's taking me down from the yacht. Did he no longer plan on going? Shouldn't he have discussed this with me first?
Everyone expects us to complete the ritual tonight. I don't even look back at them. I don't want to see the look on their faces.
"Dante," I say his
