Chapter 18

Alina POV

The sunlight cut across the bedroom in sharp angles, landing right over my face like it had a personal vendetta. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, mentally running through the day ahead, what I’d wear, what questions I’d ask Elizabeth, what tone to use so she’d tell me everything without realizing how much she was giving away.

Dante was still asleep or pretending to be. His breathing was steady, one arm flung over the pillow where my head had been before I’d rolled away. Even unconscious, he radiated that quiet kind of authority, the kind that said he could wake up and...