Chapter 55:

Kira’s POV:

The blaring sound of my alarm felt like a hammer to the skull. I groaned, rolling over, the movement sending a dull throb through my bruised arms. "Siri, stop the damn alarm," I mumbled, my voice scratchy. The ringing ceased, but the ache in my muscles didn’t.

I blinked up at the ceiling, the strong scent of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. Dante had ordered a new coffee machine, to