The Unspoken Weight

Vittoria

I was awake when the sun began to rise.

Sleep had come easily, I had slept safe and sound in Dante’s arms forgetting everything else.

My father was still unconscious.

My men were on edge.

And Dante De Leone had marked me in ways I hadn't anticipated.

I could still feel the pressure of his hand in my hair.

The heat of his shoulder against my temple.

The way he had let me rest against him,