DARK AND DANGEROUS...
Are the only things that can define Dante Hall.
He is the monster in your nightmares, he is the death that follows you endlessly, he is the darkness swarming the shadows.
I thought my life was broken after my soul had been c...
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I carried Luca into the living room as he remained asleep in my arms.
His head dangled over my arm, and his hair draped off his forehead as his mouth parted.
I just sat on the couch, helping him onto my lap when he remained quiet and broken.
I gazed down at him then, lightly brushing my fingers along the bandages I placed over his eye.
Despite his previous injury, they weren't stained with red.
But I had changed them about two minutes ago.
His side, too, was bandaged despite me giving him the angelic healing pills.
I just gazed down, lightly running my fingers along the two bite scars on his neck.
He suddenly winced and shifted.
"Shhhh..." I cooed then, stroking my fingers through his hair. "You're alright."
He settled back into my arms, face buried in my neck.
I just continued soothing his hair back, knowing he'd wake up soon.
And right on queue, he shifted again, mumbling in annoyance, but he then parted his lashes gazing up at me.
"Good morning," I said kindly.
His expression remained slightly numb, and I watched as he lightly touched the bandages on his eye.
I watched the darkness in his exposed eye grow.
But he went down to his side and ran his fingers along the mark I gave him.
His lips parted when he found no wound.
And he just finally lightly touched his neck as if it still hurt, stroking his hand along his skin.
When his fingers brushed over the scar, he gazed up at me uneasily.
I just smiled. "In order to heal your eye, I had to bite you."
His brows drew together.
"With angels," I explained to him, "they kiss the person they want to heal, and it will heal the injury. With demons—sadly—we must cause pain to heal. It's because we drink blood. We have healing properties in our venom, and it can heal you despite the pain it gives."
He touched the bandages again. "The pain is gone."
I smiled and nodded. "Yes."
"Can I... see out of it?"
I nodded again. "Yes."
He stared at me for too long, but he started getting up from my lap.
"Hold on," I said, pulling him back onto me as he gave me a bored look. "You're not well enough to stand. I'll carry you."
