The silence in the room was barely broken by the soft murmur of the wind tapping against the windows and the steady rhythm of their breathing. Dante woke tense, a jolt running down his spine. Reality hit him immediately: the betrayals, the lurking danger, the pressure of being the boss… and Svetlana, so close, so vulnerable.

Beside him, she shifted gently, her tousled hair tangled in the pillow, her eyes still sleepy but so damn beautiful under the soft glow of the lamp left on.

“What’s wrong?”