Chapter 35 Flames Of Our Desire

• Ignazio
• The morning light streaming through the window highlighted the dark circles under my eyes, a testament to the sleepless hours I'd spent tossing and turning. My mind had refused to quiet, consumed by thoughts of Danica and the uncertainty of our situation.
• I buttoned up my shirt, my fingers moving on autopilot as my gaze drifted to my reflection. The face staring back at me looked tired, haunted even. I hadn't shaved, and the stubble added to my rugged, worn appearance.