Dante’s pov

It was late, later than he typically remained awake, yet Dante found it difficult to shut his eyes. Next to him, Lia was nestled beneath the blankets, her breathing gentle and even. Luca had dozed off some time earlier, snugly positioned in his own place. There was no apparent danger. You need not stay up, fretting that something might go awry. Nonetheless, his body had failed to react to the warning. With a soft sigh, he quietly got out of bed to avoid waking Lia and walked ...