DANTE's POV
Francesca sighed in our bed, her lips turning up in a smile while I watched her marveling at how much joy one could feel about another human.
It was obvious that I loved her…
I love Francesca, I thought to myself.
My father knew this apparently hence the threat of her life. I knew I would have to protect her from him more than usual because he would be expecting that she will be punished for what she did and when he finds out there had been no punishment, it would only cement his idea that she needs to go.
I sighed, lifting my body as gently as I could out of the bed and away from the room.
Marco was patrolling by the time I got out and he had a smile on his face when he saw me.
“You took my advice” He mentioned
“I did” I responded, patting him on the shoulder.
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