FRANCESCA's POV
I took another final look at a sleeping Dante, my heart beating in discomfort against my ribcage.
As much as I wanted to crawl back into the bed with him, I had to leave. This was the only opportunity I had to get away from his family especially his father who has plans to kill me.
I grabbed my bag, turning around again to stare at his sleeping form. He was pretty… almost like an angel as he slept with wicked mouth that had so carefully brought me to orgasm. I knew I would never feel the same way with any other human on earth.
Dante Armani is my soulmate, I argued in my head.
I slipped quietly out of the room before I had a change of heart and headed in the direction of the tunnel; the very one I was going to escape from.
It was empty as usual and I turned on the cand
