Dante’s pov

The sun descended in the sky, shining long golden beams across the yard. Dante stayed on the porch, with Lia still resting against him, their hands gently joined together. It was a straightforward matter—this calm, this tranquility—but it was something he doubted he would ever acclimate to. Not due to a lack of desire. Yet, a portion of him still doubted that he could attain it. Lia let out a breath, moving a little. "What is on your mind?" Dante looked at her, then turned ...