Lia’s POV

I used to think love was something delicate. Something that can be withdrawn just as quickly as it can be given. I've altered my viewpoint regarding that. Love is not weakness. Love is strength. Stronger than fear, stronger than loss, stronger than the spectre of the past that haunts the fringes of my mind. I now understand this because of Dante. All thanks to Luca. And thanks to Sabre. I sit in front of both of them on the front porch while late sunlight creates long shadows ...