Dante pulled out of Laura and stood up in one smooth motion. His naked body gleamed with sweat in the dim light. Every muscle was tense and ready for battle.

He didn't care that he was completely exposed. Didn't care about his torn wounds or the fresh marks running down his arms. All he cared about was protecting Laura.

His broad shoulders blocked her view of the intruder. His back was a wall of scars and raw power. Even injured, even exhausted, he looked like a god of war.

Laura quickly grabbed her torn clothes. Her hands shook as she tried to cover herself. But her eyes stayed fixed on...