MORNING AFTER AND MOVES
That night I just couldn't rest my brain and sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those messages. Anonymous. Threatening. Someone watching.
By the time dawn broke, I had traced and retraced every conversation from the gala. Every person who looked at me too long. Every smile that hadn't reached eyes.
At six AM, I gave up. Pulled on workout clothes and headed to the penthouse gym.
I needed to move. To sweat. To exhaust myself into not thinking.
The heavy bag i was punching became my focus. Fists connecting with leather in a rhythm Ghost had drilled into me years ago. Jab. Cross. Hook. Again. Harder.
"Your form's off."
I spun.
Dante stood in the doorway, shirtless in gym shorts, hair disheveled from sleep. Or lack of it. Dark circles under his eyes sugge
