Chapter 84

I laughed, the sound bursting out of me before I could contain it. “What?”

Dante grinned, barefoot and shirtless, standing on the balcony railing of our room—the third floor of the west wing of the estate—his golden-brown hair tousled by the wind.

His eyes sparkled with wild mischief, a rare lightness replacing his usual brooding intensity.

“Let’s go. Jump!” he said, holding out his hand to me li