Dante's POV
Alora’s eyes widened as her breath came out in gasps. Her face looked panicked, as if something had been chasing her in her nightmare. I knew it was something bad. I had leapt out of bed the moment she started screaming, trying to wake her up.
But she just kept screaming to let her go, to help her, which meant something was happening. And I had known enough in my life in the mafia to know that this was not just a dream. No, this was something from her past.
She tried to shift her gaze from my face and focus on the floor, but I didn’t let her. I gripped her chin firmly enough to keep her eyes on me without causing her pain.
“Alora, are you okay?” I asked the dumbest question in the world while settling beside her on the sofa as she sat leaning back, her tired eyes focused on
