Dante's POV

Aurora ran out of the apartment, quick enough to stop the first draw of blood. But when her eyes landed on me, she froze. For a brief second, I caught an expected reaction—shock—but it disappeared just as quickly as it came.

“What are you doing here, Dante?”

She was standing in front of me, dressed in a silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, her hair loose around her shoulders. The soft curls framed her delicate features, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. She ...