Lia’s pov

Lia stirred awake as the gentle light of morning filtered in through the curtains. The closeness of Dante next to her felt known now, soothing in a manner she never imagined she'd experience. She glanced to the side, observing him as he slumbered, his face at ease, his breathing consistent. There was something in witnessing him like this—open, serene—that caused her heart to constrict. For an extended period, their nights were uneasy, plagued by murmurs of anxiety and ...