Chapter 147

The first thing I felt was warmth.

Not the gentle kind from a morning sunbeam, but the deep, steady heat of someone’s arms holding me as though I might disappear if he let go.

I blinked awake to find Dante’s face so close that his breath brushed my cheek—warm, slow, and entirely unhurried. His eyes were open, already watching me. There was something in them that rooted me to the moment, something