The room was beautiful.
Black roses climbed the headboard. Red petals were scattered across the floor. Candles filled every corner with golden light. The bed was made with dark silk sheets that shimmered in the flickering flames.
And in the center of it all sat Alina. She had changed out of her wedding gown. She was wearing a soft, simple dress, cream-colored, loose and comfortable. Her hair was down, falling in waves around her shoulders. Her feet were bare.
She looked relaxed and peaceful and sitting on either side of her were his sons.
Sable was holding her hand, pressing it against his cool, soft cheek. His eyes were closed. His small horns caught the candlelight. A sleepy smile rested on his lips.
Lucien sat on her other side, leaning against her shoulder, his red eyes half-closed. He looked like he was fighting to stay awake but refusing to give in.
"What are you two doing here?" Dante asked. His voice came out sharper than he intended.
