Chapter 230

Go to Dante Point of view :

Ugh...

He couldn't sleep.

The storm had passed hours ago, but its weight still clung to the manor like a fever that refused to break.

Water whispered down the gutters, the wind muttered in the chimney, and somewhere in the woods a wolf howled as if remembering its master’s grief.

Dante hadn’t closed his eyes.

Not that he didn't want to, he wanted to, but he couldn't.