Dante stood by the window of his office, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow across the room.

The glass in his hand remained untouched, the amber liquid inside reflecting his restless thoughts.

He knew he couldn’t hold Annabelle back any longer.

She was determined, fierce, and maddeningly stubborn.

Qualities that made him burn for her.

And terrified him as fuck too.

If it were up to him, he’d keep her away from anything that could hurt her.

Stoneraine.

Tad.

The danger lurking in every corner of his world.

But he couldn’t deny her forever.

The guilt gnawed at him as he remembered the sprain she’d...