Slumping onto the sofa, Dante pressed a hand to his face, the sting of rejection still burning in his chest.
"Damn it. She really thinks she can push me away," he muttered.
It was the first time anyone had ever turned him down, and the bitterness in his chest swelled.
A knock sounded at the door, and the butler stepped inside. "You called for me, sir?"
Dante was in no mood for anything. He did not bother turning around to look at the butler when he spoke.
"The Dolans. Where are they now?"
"They've left. Heading back to Stonehollow," the butler replied.
Dante turned around in surprise when he heard that. They had left so suddenly.
"Why did they leave so suddenly?"
"They went out this morning and came back later. There was an argument in their room, but I could not make out the details. Shortly after, Madam Rosalba left with her son."
"Camela?"
"Madam Camela is in her room."
Dante nodded once.
