Chapter 183:

Kira’s POV:

— 3 Months Later —

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I looked at Dante across the table. We were in a private, cozy booth at a small Italian restaurant.

He was all dressed up, his dark hair styled impeccably, a slight wave swept back from his forehead, and he wore a sleek navy suit that hugged his broad shoulders. A vibrant red tie was the only splash of color against the dark fabric.