Svetlana woke with a strangely comforting sensation. For the first time in days, her body felt rested. She had slept deeply, without nightmares, without sudden jolts awake. Only warmth. Only the solid weight of a man’s chest beneath her cheek, the steady heartbeat that had lulled her to sleep.

Dante.

His even breathing told her he was still asleep. He looked different like this—relaxed, the harsh lines of his face softened, the ever-present shadow of danger gone from his expression.

He seemed l