Chapter 31

Reluctantly, I followed him, weaving through the camp and past the treeline. We walked in silence for several minutes until the trees gave way to a small, quiet clearing. The grass was damp with morning dew, and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy above.

Dante stopped in the center of the clearing, turning to face me.

“Do you remember this place?”

I frowned, looking around. The clearing was familiar, but it took a moment for the memory to surface.

“This is where we used to train,” I said slowly.

“When we were younger.”

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.