Chapter 22: La Mia Tempesta

Dante

I opened the door to our bedroom and knew that Sienna was fast asleep already. Sighing, I had hoped that the meeting with Nico wouldn’t drag on as long as it did, because I needed to speak with her again. Lately, I seem to crave Sienna’s warmth and closeness, and I’m not sure why I allowed myself to reject her presence in my life.

She was pure sunlight in my world of darkness.

After a shower, I eased myself into bed next to her and was careful not to wake her up. Since Luciano, Sienna doesn’t know I realise this, but she has had bad night terrors. She would shiver and awake screaming during the night and not remember anything the next day. This has made me regret making her stay for my uncle’s execution - she was not made for death.

She stirred as I moved closer to her and turned around, placing her head on my chest as if it was the most normal thing to do. I smile at her night comfort with me and hold her closer, inhaling her pure scent and feeling a tightness in my chest. W