I woke to the feeling of strong arms around me and a voice cutting through the darkness.

“Kira. Come on, wake up. Please wake up.”

Dante.

His voice was rough with something that sounded like fear, and that more than anything pulled me back to consciousness.

My eyes fluttered open to find his face inches from mine, gold eyes blazing with worry and fury. He was holding me cradled against his chest, and the warmth of him seeped into my bones.

“There you are,” he breathed, and the ...