Chapter 239

She smiled. “Then through him,” she murmured, and the glass chilled hard enough that my breath turned visible. “He would not refuse a woman at the door.”

Was she serious?! That was not my Dante!

“You don’t know him,” I said confidently, and let a little pride into it. “He doesn’t open doors out of pity. He opens them because he remembers what it costs to sleep outside.” I explained to her.

She wat