Lia’s pov

Lia wished to have faith in the delicate tranquility they had created during the past few days. She had to have faith in it. Because if she allowed herself to think extensively, she’d sense it—the gradual unravelling below the surface. Dante was unique. Not in a clear manner. To everyone else, he remained the same individual—authoritative, stable, and unreadable. Yet for her, for the woman who had come to recognize the flaws that others overlooked, it was painfully obvious. ...