Chapter 83

I can’t sleep again.

Not after the nightmare I had.

No matter how tightly Dante holds me, no matter how safe his arms make me feel, the memory of blue flames crackling from my fingers and the hatred in Myrk’s eyes won’t leave me. It clings to my skin like smoke, curling into my thoughts, refusing to let me forget.

My breathing is shallow, shaky. My heart hasn’t slowed since I jolted awake in a col