I awake the next morning wrapped in Dante’s arms, his fingers locked tightly around my waist, my head resting on his chest. His scent is the first thing I inhale, and before I even realize it, I snuggle in closer, chasing his warmth like a damn addict.
This is f*****g crazy. Scary, even. Someone like Dante making me feel safer than I’ve felt in years? It shouldn’t be possible.
At some point in the night, the nightmares came. That f*****g wolf, the screams, the blood…I should’ve been drowning in it. But Dante held me through it all. His grip never loosened, his voice never wavered, and for the first time in forever, I wasn’t alone in the darkness.
“You’re awake,” he breathes heavily. Before I can even reply, he presses a soft kiss against my forehead.
I swallow, suddenly feeling shy. “Y
