Chapter 87

*Dante* A trickle of sunlight hit my eyelids, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I turned, freezing in place when I realized I wasn't the only one on the bed. I rubbed my eyes open, staring at my side in confusion. My arm was draped around Isabel, her head tucked under my chin, her breath slow and even against my chest. The faintest scent of lavender clung to her, mingling with the smell of my own cologne. My wolf stirred sluggishly, satisfied with her proximity, but my heart twisted in my chest. What the hell was she doing here? I blinked, carefully peeling my arm away from her, even though every instinct screamed at me to hold on. She didn’t stir, her features peaceful in a way that almost made me forget to be angry.