Chapter 29

“So, what did your mom leave you?” Dante asks once we are safe behind our bedroom doors. It’s a bit unnerving how he’s suddenly asking all these questions since his declaration in the car.

Is he actually serious about learning everything about me?

“Just this, it’s a key to somewhere I think,” I reply, fishing the pouch from my jacket pocket. “Here. Have a look.” I add, offering the velvet pouch to him.

But instead of the pouch, Dante snatches my hand, turning it over as the pouch falls, forgotten on the floor.

“You’re hurt,” he says, concern etched on his face as he inspects my hands.

I hadn’t realized it until he mentioned it. No wonder my hands