**Elena's POV**
I woke suddenly, sitting upright on the bed, my heart slamming against my ribs. For a moment, I didn’t move, straining to hear any sound of Dante around, since everywhere was quiet and dark.
Where was he?
I didn’t even remember falling asleep, which scared me more than anything. For a whole week, I'd forced myself to stay awake as much as I could, terrified he would touch me while I slept.
I had no idea what time it was because I'd forgotten my watch on the hospital table.
I swung my legs off the bed, pressing the sore spot on my belly where he had kicked me. It still hurt, but sleep had helped. I tiptoed to the door and peeked into the living room.
Dante lay on the couch, one arm hanging off the side, snoring lightly. He was shirtless, wearing the same pair of pants
