Lia’s POV

The night was warm, the sort that made the air feel thick, enveloping her like a gentle, relaxed hug. Lia rested on the bed, observing Dante. He lingered near the window, the faint light outlining the rigid contours of his back. He remained silent, absorbed in his thoughts, as he frequently did when everything felt overly calm. She grinned slyly. "You're being too noisy in your thoughts again." Dante looked back over his shoulder. “Routine.” She extended her legs, bending her ...