Chapter 29
JESSICA’S P.O.V
“You heard me right, Dante,” I giggled, unable to keep the mischievous smile from spreading across my face as I looked at his expression. His brows shot up, eyes widening with interest.
“But why are you smiling like that? Okay, continue,” he urged, leaning forward in anticipation.
I leaned back a little, drawing the moment out, enjoying his curiosity. “I was shocked when I heard the moans coming from her room. At first, I thought maybe she was having a nightmare, so I called her name. No answer. So, I opened the door and stepped inside. Elle was standing there, looking completely frozen—shaking, pale, caught like a deer in headlights.”
Dante’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity only growing. “And then?”
I took a deep breath, recalling the moment, the image still
