Chapter 70

Angel’s POV “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear what I’m thinking, anyway,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with resignation. I rolled my eyes and quickly threw on the clothes he had laid out on the bed for me; a pair of comfortable jeans and a purple tank top. After slipping on my sneakers, we made our way to the car and headed back to the packhouse. Most of the car ride was silent, the hues of the rising sun painting the sky in brilliant shades of yellow and orange. I remembered how much I used to hate waking up early, but now after being with Dante, it was so beautiful and refreshing. Despite the turmoil between us, I couldn’t deny that my life was so much better with him in it. But of course, I had to fuck it up, leaving the future of us dangling in the air. He hates me and it’s all my fault, I thought, my mind a whirlwind of guilt and regret. Dante blew out a frustrated breath, breaking the silence. “I don’t hate you. I’m just…angry and hurt,” he admitted. My bottom lip trembled a