DANTE’S POV

Luca leaped forward with a fit of laughter, his feet thudding on the grass as he raced ahead. Dante trailed behind, his longer steps effortlessly reducing the gap. The atmosphere was sharp, filling his lungs with a sensation that was airy, that was invigorating—something that didn't burden him. Luca abruptly turned towards the ancient oak tree near the yard's boundary, looking back with a playful smile. “You're becoming sluggish.” Dante grinned, leaning in slightly to ...