Lia’s pov

The following morning, the tension remained, yet something new had taken root beneath it—resolve. Dante hardly got any sleep. She understood because she had sensed him get out of bed multiple times, heard his quiet dialogue with Nico in the adjacent room, felt the heaviness of his thoughts bearing down on him. However, at that moment, while he filled a mug with coffee, he appeared… not at ease, but determined. Lia observed him from the counter, her own mug heating her hands. ...