Chapter 10

Dante pov

The night was over and sunlight shone into the room. I turned to the other side of the mattress, tapping it to check on Alina. My fingers met cool fabric, no warmth, no body, just empty space.

I blinked, eyes wide open now.

Gone?

"What are you looking for?"

Her voice curled through the room, a familiar silk I could never confuse for anyone else’s. Curtains rasped against the rod as she tugged them aside, letting the sun spill its gold all over the floorboards.

She was standing tall, barefoot in one of my shirts again, holding the curtains like the sun belonged to her.

I...