Chapter 188

Dante’s arms were still warm around me when I leaned back, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips.

His eyes softened under my touch, but the weight of duty was never far behind them. I knew the look well—the way responsibility lived in his bones, the way the King in him tried to cage the man.

“I need something from you,” I whispered, letting my lips brush the edge of his ear.

He stilled, i