Chapter 55
Dante’s POV
The house was silent in the dead of night. The kind of silence that pressed in on you, thick and heavy, like the snow outside blanketing everything in white. I could not sleep. The day had been a storm of chaos. Bombs. Gunfire.
The sheik’s men closing in. Nina’s face when she collapsed, gasping for air. It all replayed in my head, over and over, like a bad film I could not turn off. My body was wired, pent-up energy buzzing under my skin, frustrations boiling from the close calls and the risks we took. I needed release. Something to burn it out.
I slipped out of my room, the wooden floor cool under my bare feet. The hallway was dim, lit only by a small lamp at the end. I heard soft breathing from the other rooms.
Nikolai resting after his wounds. Enzo snorin
