Chapter 71

The manor was quiet except for the old wood settling now and then. Evie was dead asleep, lying on her side, breathing slow and steady—until a hand gripped her shoulder.

She jerked awake, heart pounding, and found Dante leaning over her. The room was dark, so he was mostly a shadow, but she’d know his shape anywhere. Jenna snored softly in the other bed, completely unaware.

“Evie,” Dante whispered.