Lia’s pov

Luca kept it to himself, but he was still anxious about falling asleep again. After Dante exited the room, assuring that he would be close by if needed, Luca remained vigilant, his heart pounding in his chest. The harder he attempted to avoid contemplating it, the more the memories—or whatever they might be—forced themselves to emerge. It appeared they were anticipating him to shut his eyes, wishing he would cease resisting. Ultimately, fatigue won out. And in his dreams, it ...