Dante’s pov

The night dragged endlessly, the burden of silence pushing against the walls. Not the type that alerted to peril, but rather the sort that allowed excessive room for thoughts to invade. Lia had dozed off next to him, her breaths steady and calm, her body warm as it leaned against his side. Dante remained motionless, hardly shifting, hesitant to disrupt her. His eyes wandered back to the window once more. The storm was not yet here, but the air still felt heavy with it. An ...