Dante’s POV

I awoke as sunlight streamed through my window. Angel lay sprawled across my chest, softly snoring—evidently exhausted from the events of the previous day. Even with her messy hair and dried drool on her face, she remained the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on.

I dreaded the idea of leaving her alone, but the morning rounds demanded my attention. In our rotation, Akira's team covered the evening, leaving Rashaad and me to alternate between morning and ...