Fourteen
I WOKE WITH A START in our hotel room at the Four Seasons. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to put thoughts of that house out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I sat up in bed and drank some water, laying back down to find sleep. Dante beside me breathed evenly undisturbed, but I was wide awake and knew I wouldn’t sleep again. I slid out of bed and walked to the windows, peering down on the dormant city lit by dull stars and streetlights.
“Ciara…?”
“It was a dream. Go back to sleep.”
I heard rustling and before I knew it, he stood behind me, his arms around my shoulders. Lips against my nape. Naked body pressing to my naked skin.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his chin resting in the crook of my neck.
“No. It’s not just the house and the bodies… it’s something else.”
“What?”
He turned
