Chapter 11

Alina pov

I brought out my sleeveless lace top, dragging the baggy jeans out of the hanger. In the middle of pulling it out, my finger twisted between the fabric and the hook. The pain shot up so fast that I gasped. My face twitched, my eyes widened as the sting hit deep.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, rubbing my finger, trying not to cry over something so stupid. I was still snickering at myself when I suddenly felt a hand slip around my waist.

"You have to be careful next time. Not everything around you reminds you of him," Dante’s voice whispered, his lips barely an...