““You don’t think I’m . . . some kind of monster? That I’m not much better than him to have killed him like I did, in cold blood?” “Never.” Dante lifted her chin on the edge of his hand. “I think you’re courageous, Tess. An avenging angel, that’s what I think.” “I’m a freak.” “No, Tess, no.” He kissed her tenderly. “You’re amazing.” “I’m a coward. Just like you said, I always ran away. It’s true. I’ve been afraid and running for so long, I’m not sure I can ever stop.” “Then run to me.” Dante’s eyes were fierce as he held her gaze.””
