Lia’s pov

The house was beginning to seem less like a temporary residence and more like where they truly belonged. Dante was uncertain about his feelings regarding that. Luca had already claimed his space, leaving signs of his presence all around—artwork affixed to the walls, books strewn about the floor, a half-finished glass of juice left behind on the nightstand. Lia had approached it similarly in her unique style, making little enhancements in the kitchen, draping a blanket over the ...