Morning came too soon.

I woke wrapped around Dante, my face pressed against his chest, his arms secure around me. For a moment, I just lay there, breathing him in, pretending the world outside this room didn’t exist.

Then reality crashed back.

Jaxon. The hearing. Royal bloodlines. Silas hunting my family.

“You’re thinking too loud,” Dante murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “I can practically hear your thoughts spiraling.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His hand stroked down ...