Dante’s pov

The house remained quiet, but my thoughts weren't. Lia was sleeping next to me, her breath regular, her limbs tucked in against me in the space we'd made for ourselves in this new world. I ought to have been able to shut my eyes and sink in to that heat. But something didn't feel right. The feeling had developed over several weeks. An unseen figure on the edge of my consciousness, a whisper I couldn't quite interpret. Elena was gone. Dead, as far as we knew. And yet… I ...