Fire for Warning

Dante

The curtains were drawn, but pale gold light seeped through the seams, tracing down Vittoria's bare shoulder where she lay beside me, her hair a black coil across the pillow.

She looked soft, unflustered by the turbulence of our lives. And I just lay there for a while, watching the rise and fall of her breaths.

I leaned forward and ran my fingers over her hand. She shifted, not quite awake,