Ophelia opened her eyes after the impact did not come. She gasped, startled by Dante being so close to her face.
Ophelia let out a nervous chuckle. She found relief in thinking Dante had control of himself.
She stared at him, trying to get used to his appearance. Ophelia tried to place what Dante reminded her of, but she had never seen a creature like the one before her.
Dante was large and covered in dark fur, as she could see from the little light still left in the cell. His eyes were what stood out to Ophelia the most. It was the same as what she saw on their wedding night.
Ophelia lowered her hands, and as she did so, she noticed how Dante's eyes followed.
"Is it my hand? It doesn't hurt," Ophelia said, placing her hands behind her back. "It's just a little cut."
Ophelia found it awkward to speak to Dante, yet not receive a response. Still, she was happy to be right that Dante wouldn't attack her and that he could control himself.
