POV: Sophie
The soft glow of dawn filtered through the window, casting pale light across the room. Burn’s arm was draped over me, his body warm and solid against mine. The steady rhythm of his breathing was comforting, grounding me after the whirlwind of emotions and heat that had consumed us last night. But even as I lay there in his arms, feeling safe and wrapped in his presence, the world outside felt like it was closing in.
La Morte Nera was still out there. Waiting. Planning. And that ever-present threat hung over us like a storm cloud, ready to break at any moment.
I shifted beneath Burn, careful not to wake him as I slipped out of bed. My body still hummed with the lingering echoes of last night’s passion, but my mind was already turning toward the looming danger. Burn would neve
