Dante’s pov

Morning arrived gently. Lia shifted slightly before completely waking up, stretching under the covers. Dante’s half of the bed was vacant, but that wasn’t unexpected. He seldom remained in bed longer than needed. The aroma of coffee wafted through the apartment. She lifted herself up, wiping the sleep from her eyes before making her way to the kitchen. Dante was by the window, facing away from her, one hand gripping his coffee mug while the other leaned on the counter. His ...