Chapter 74:

Dante’s POV:

The first time I ever laid eyes on Kira was in front of a coffee shop.

Ice cold coffee soaked into my shirt. But all I could do was stare.

Not just because of what she’d done. Not just because I was annoyed as hell.

But also because she looked like a ghost.

Not the frightened, transparent kind that lingers in corners. No, she looked like a living echo—like someone had taken a memory a