Lucia’s POV

I had been standing by the window, staring at the moon’s glow against the darkened sky, trying to clear my head. My body still thrummed with nervous energy from the encounter with Vincenzo. I had barely changed into my nightgown, a loose silk dress that brushed against my thighs, when the door burst open.

I turned sharply, my breath hitching in my throat.

Dante.

He stood in the doorway, shirtless, his powerful body bathed in the glow of the bedside lamp. As he stepped ...