Thank you for bringing me home.

He was the ghost you never saw coming, death breathing down your neck before you even realized you were in the crosshairs.

Look at me Elise. Tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he murmured, then bent his head to hers and pressed his mouth to her parted lips.

I don’t want to feel anything for you, Dante” “God, Tess. I don’t want to feel anything for you either.

She wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.

Thank you for bringing me home.

You stayed,” he murmured... Her softly whispered answer sifted into his hair where her lips rested against the top of his head. “You didn’t let go.