Chapter 25

The next morning, I woke to the soft rustle of fabric and the smell of warm lavender and something else—earthy and fresh, like the forest after rain. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming, caught in the remnants of a memory I wasn’t ready to let go of.

But then I felt it.

The warmth… His arms were still around me.

Dante. He hadn’t left.

So, it wasn’t dream…

We had fallen asleep there, on th