Laina opened her eyes as she let out a sigh. She had been lying in bed for the past hour, trying to fall asleep. But she was unsuccessful. Ever since she spoke to Dante, their conversation replayed in her mind over and over again.
She was trying to find clues that would piece together where Dante was and what he was doing. Laina turned to the side to face the balcony. It was late in the night but the moonlight shone through the day curtains, into the room.
She remembered the time Dante had entered the room through the balcony, worried for her safety. It was a clear invasion of privacy, but you have to give him credit for knowing when she was in danger.
It was as if their hearts or minds were linked. Whenever she was seemingly in trouble, he would appear to save her. But you would have to exclude that attempted assassination at the Temple of the Moon.
