~DANTE~
What the f**k was wrong with me?
Why did I lose control like that? When I saw Willow inside that room, waiting eagerly and all innocently for a stranger that she didn't even know, everything snapped.
The kiss was supposed to be a lesson; there wasn't even supposed to be a kiss. That decision happened in a split second.
Atticus grabs my arm the second I exit the room, "what's wrong?"
"Willow was inside that room," I answer him.
I can't remember the last time I've ever been this angry. I was f*****g furious, and I didn't know how to calm down.
Why did she tell me that she wouldn't take part if she were going to do the exact opposite?
"She was?" Atticus asks. "I wonder why she said differently. So she's the person you were referring to earlier? The one that lied to you."
