Chapter 87 Prelude To Desire

• DANTE
• The house was quiet, the kind of silence that pressed in from all sides. Moonlight pooled across the hardwood floors, casting soft silver shadows down the hallway. Everyone was asleep. Everyone except me.
• I moved toward her room with purpose, even if every step felt like walking a tightrope over a fire I might not survive. I stopped in front of Marisol’s door, heart pounding. Everything in me coiled tight. If she opened this door, I’d know. If she didn’t, I’d know that too.