CHAPTER 40
Erica's POV
(Jane)
The car stopped, and the engine made a soft sound in the quiet night. I thanked the driver with a quick nod and got out, the gravel crunching under my feet. The house stood dark and big, outlined against the stars. I opened the door, and the smell of pine and something special about Dante filled the air.
I walked into the hallway, my heels making soft clicks on the marble floor. I was heading to the stairs, wanting to get to the safety of my room when I saw someone step out of the shadows in the corner. It was Dante. He's always so quiet, like a ghost. My heart skipped a beat, thudding hard against my chest.
“Where were you?” he asked in a deep, quiet voice that seemed to shake the air. His dark, unreadable eyes held me still.
I looked at him. Of course
