Chapter 41

The next morning, the sun broke through soft clouds, spilling golden light over the hills.

I sat by the window in our bedroom, already dressed, my gaze lingering over the silver olive groves that dotted the land like ancient guardians. My sketchbook lay open on my lap, pencil in hand—but it had stilled there twenty minutes ago.

So much had changed.

Since becoming Dante’s mate—his Luna—this manor h