Chapter 66 The Instinct That Doesn't Sleep

• ZOE
• The sun was just rising over Naples when Dante took me to a small makeshift gym in a basement beneath his house. The smell of sweat and old leather hit me, but it also woke me up, as if my body remembered a language my mind had forgotten. That place was a sanctuary for him, and now, also for me.
• He watched me as I put on the training gloves, his dark eyes fixed on every one of my movements. There were no words, only the intensity of two souls recognizing each other in war and in calm.