The rhythmic and steady rush of water could be heard softly in the background. Heira woke slowly, her head throbbing with a dull ache that left her disoriented.Her eyes fluttered open. The room came into focus in fragments. The heavy curtains, the muted lighting, the dark furniture arranged with deliberate neatness. Then, a large portrait that stared right back at her from the wall opposite the bed.Dante.She was in Dante’s room.How is this possible?Her body stiffened as realization crept in. Silk sheets beneath her fingers. The faint masculine scent lingered in the air alongside expensive cologne.Had she been dreaming all this while?She pushed herself up slightly. Her dress had been changed, neatly replaced with one of his shirts, too big on her which was obvious with the sleeves brushing her wrists. Then a tucked-in blanket rested over her legs.“How did I get here?”Her head started to throb as she tried to piece things together. The club flashed through her mind, music, ligh
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