r clock echoing through the empty halls. Dante Moretti sat alone in his study, the city
eal sealed. But as he stared into the flickering flame of the sin
Val
rse and a prayer
e as dangerous, something in him had shifted. Something he
y had been the Moretti's enemy for decades, a wound that
never ha
ugh to burn down the entire city if she ever let herself go. And maybe that was
that ever made him wa
ed. But as he sat there, the memory of her red dress, the f
ed against the po
man who wa
second stretched-tau
ring he'd infiltrated for information. She had been a shadow in the co
mething inside
Not hate. So
pec
fe
a storm, and sto
e was h
s like victory and m
hadows dancing around him as if
with a wife who hated him? W
t was the
only one who cou
crept acros
ar vows-but he a
fixed on the window where the city pulsed below. Her heart stil
he ceremony. The kiss that
she felt the weight of the deal
ated
ed to ha
he truth clawed out, she mi
ge of the red silk gown,
ks he ow
s no one's
ved into a b
n Dante
, footsteps quiet
nt
knock. N
eased open and he stepped insid
aze, fierce a
ce was steady, but the ques
shoved into pockets. "C
n't
nreadable expression she
here to
n eyebrow. "
ta
s edge. "After a day like
own. "I want to
pped, betrayi
rt w
hing r
landed l
back, wary b
ea
old prince of the Moretti legacy. But you-" His voice soften
breath
new. Da
l me thi
can't keep
e stretche
nce, his hand brushing her
to stop,"
efenses
r head, bare
n't
devil behind the vows
e and a challenge. The fire in Aria's veins flickered dangerously, but sh
voice rough but steady. "You're the devil in a s
y. "Good. I lik
tapping like a drum on the glass. The night had shifted; it no longer felt
ria's voice cracked, raw with
urfacing. "Because I was supposed to hate you. Because this,
he vulnerability he buried benea
lowly, "I can't lose
etween them, hea
. "So what now? Do we pretend to be enemies fo
w, dangerous grin. "I say we b
ween them crackling with unspoke
souls danced on the edge of fire and ice,