DANTE

Afterward, we stay pressed together, both of us breathing hard, with her forehead pressed against my shoulder.

"Better?" I ask.

"Getting there." She looks up at me, her eyes clearer than they've been since the arrests. "Do that again later and I might actually be okay."

"That can be arranged." I fix her dress, tucking hair behind her ear. "But Aria, we need to talk about Thursday. Really talk, not just agree in front of Viktor."

"I know." She steps back, smoothing ...