“I like your place,” I said from the hard bed. My skin brushed against softness. I sat on a blanket made of fur. Very soft. Possibly rabbit, as it was sewn together: black, white and brown. I couldn't help but smooth my hand over it.
“It makes my heart glad to know you like my place.” He looked around himself. “It brings me serenity when I am alone.” He looked down at the fire. His words made my heart actually squeeze with emotions I could barely keep from surfacing. My eyes watered thinking how things might have been different, if he had simply admitted to being in love with me, instead of running away and ignoring it. But then again, upon review of all the things that had happened to me to this point. Dante, as an Undead, was the only one who could have saved me tonight, before the witc
