I woke up that morning to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows.For a moment, I couldn't place where I was. The room was too bright, too warm, too peaceful.Then memory surfaced. The safe house. New Jersey. We'd made it home from the gala after midnight. I'd checked on Luca asleep, safe and collapsed into bed without even removing my makeup.My phone showed 9:47 AM. I slept nearly ten hours.When was the last time I'd done that?I found Dante in the kitchen. Dressed down jeans, black t-shirt, bare feet. Coffee in hand. Reading something on his tablet.He looked up when I entered. Something shifted in his expression. Softened."Morning," he said."Morning." I moved to the coffee pot. Poured. The domestic simplicity of it felt strange, normal. Wrong almost. "Where's Luca?""Backyard with Ghost. They're building something. A fort, I think." He gestured toward th
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