KIRA'S POV 

"Are you alright, love?" Dante's voice filtered through our mindlink as I walked towards our bedroom, my shoulder slightly slumped and my whole body feeling heavy, like every step dragged the day behind me. 

After the conversation with Mom, I felt so tired and wrung out that I could barely even walk straight. My eyes still burned slightly from crying so much, still swollen and sore, like they refused to forget everything I had just heard.

Mom had asked me if I wanted to spend the night in her room tonight, but I declined. I just wanted Dante. His scent. His warmth. His calm. And a bit of...