Chapter 30
Nina’s POV
I stumbled back into my room like the floor was tilting under me. My lips still burned where Dante’s mouth had been hot, possessive, tasting of my own blood and his wine.
My chest heaved, lungs tight, like I’d run a mile instead of just ten steps down the hall. The laptop felt heavier in my arms now, not armor anymore but something alive, something that might bite.
I kicked the door shut behind me. The lock clicked, too loud in the quiet. I didn’t bother with the light. Moonlight sliced through the curtains in thin silver bars across the bed. I dropped onto the mattress, knees drawn up, and flipped the laptop open.
The screen glowed blue-white, harsh against the dark. I held my breath.
Password prompt.
I typed the default they always use for these things—admi
