Dante’s POV:
I lean back for a moment, feeling her weight against my chest, her body limp in my arms. I loosen the rope slowly, careful not to wake her. As the last loop comes free, her body collapses, and I catch her before she hits the ground.
This wasn’t the f*****g plan. She’s passed out in the middle of nowhere, and she picked the worst goddamn place to pull this off. I lower her onto the dirt, gently laying her down. My mind is racing, but I try to focus.
I search the ground for my clothes, pulling on my trousers and shoes first. My shirt and jacket are tossed somewhere, along with hers, so I grab them both. Glancing back at her, I shake my head. She’s s**t at this game—running in circles, letting my voice pull her in like she always does.
Walking back over, I peer down at her. S
