Lia’s POV

The pale beam of the moon came through the curtains to fall upon streaks of silver in our bedroom. The house was peaceful now, only an odd flutter in the garden to be heard. Luca lay asleep in his crib, safe in his dreams, and for the first time in an eon, no danger loomed over us, no stress weighed upon us. It was only us. Dante leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes tracking me with his lazy, knowing smile that sent shimmery warmth through every ...