Chapter 85

• The morning light filtered through the curtains, bathing the suite in a soft, comforting glow. I had spent the night tossing and turning, tormented by unsettling dreams that left me restless and confused. Dante had appeared in my dreams, his presence enveloping me in a whirlwind of emotions that I couldn't comprehend.
• I sank deeper into the pillows, trying to dispel the memories of the dream that continued to haunt me, while struggling to make sense of the inexplicable connection I felt with this man I barely knew.
• I was snapped out of my reverie when the maid entered the suite, carrying a set of clothes. Her surprised look upon finding me in bed revealed that I wasn't a common presence there at that time of day.