Chapter 95
"Get in bed," she ordered instead. "I'm staying the night. Someone needs to monitor you in case your condition worsens."
"You don't have to—" Dante started.
"I'm staying," Ravyn repeated firmly. "End of discussion. Now get in bed before I make you."
Dante complied with a small smile, carefully lowering himself onto the mattress and trying not to wince too obviously at the way his ribs protested the movement.
Ravyn moved through the apartment on autopilot—checking that all doors and windows were locked, verifying that Rhysand was safely asleep in his room, gathering the things she'd need for an overnight stay. Then she went to the bathroom, stripped off her work clothes, and pulled on one of Dante's oversized t-shirts.
She wore nothing underneath—partly because she didn't h
