Chapter 36:

Kira’s POV:

I brushed my stray locks behind my ears and shook my head. “It was just a lucky guess,” I said casually, trying to ignore the way his eyes softened as he looked at me.

It wasn’t a lucky guess. Not even close.

The truth was, the second Dante stepped inside our house—his eyes moving curiously from the walls to the furniture, lingering on framed photos and odd little decorations I always