Chapter 50:

Kira’s POV:

The server left after wheeling in the cart and Dante closed the door, setting the plates onto the dining table. He probably understood my hesitance as he shook his head. “Relax. It’s probably just my father.”

He said it casually—light, even. But it landed heavy. I stared down at the table, at the picture-perfect stack of soufflé pancakes, powdered sugar dusted across the top like snow,