I was asleep on the bed.
At least, I think I was. Sleep has become a strange, unreliable thing for me—half dreams, half memories that maybe belong to me. The sheets were warm, and my body felt heavy, like it didn't want to wake up even if my mind did.
A sound slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
A soft moan.
"Mmm… Kieran…"
The name felt natural in my mouth, like it had always lived there. I didn't know why. I didn't know who he was. But my chest tightened when I said it, like I was reaching for something just out of reach.
I didn't stay asleep long enough to figure it out.
Something shattered on the ground.
The sharp sound cut through me, snapping me awake instantly. My eyes flew open, my breath catching in my throat—and that was when I saw him.
Dante.
He was hovering over me, staring.
Not smirking.
Not amused.
Not playful.
Angry.
