Chapter Twenty
Nina’s POV
The house felt different after my father left.
Lighter somehow. Like a weight I’d been carrying had finally lifted. Or maybe it was just me who felt different. Freer. Like I’d finally stopped fighting gravity and learned to fly instead.
Dante’s fever had broken completely. The doctor cleared him for light activity, though he was supposed to rest for another week. Enzo’s arm was healing well. Nikolai’s side was already scarring over, the bullet wound fading to a pink line.
They were recovering. The house was being repaired. Guards had been doubled. And I…
I was theirs.
Publicly. Irrevocably. By choice.
Three days had passed since I’d kissed Dante in front of my father. Three days of heated looks and stolen touches and a tension so thick I could barely breat
