Chapter 13
"Just that keeping secrets is exhausting," she admitted. "Always being careful about what I say, who might be listening, what details might give away the truth. Always looking over my shoulder, always worried that someone will figure it out. I'm so tired, Dante. I'm so tired of living in fear."
Dante crossed to her and pulled her into a hug—the first real embrace she'd received since leaving prison. She let herself lean into it, let herself take comfort from his solid presence and his unwavering support.
"I know you're tired," he murmured into her hair. "I know this isn't the life you imagined, isn't the freedom you dreamed about during those five years. But Ravyn... you're out. You're free. You survived something that would have broken most people. And you've got a beautiful
