POV: DIMITRI
The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the windows of the penthouse bedroom.
Dimitri was in bed with Eve, her body nestled against his, her head resting on his chest, her breathing slow and steady. She was still asleep,exhausted from everything she'd been through, from the intensity of the night, from the relief of being truly safe.
He wasn't moving. He was content to just lie here, to feel her breathe, to understand that she was alive and here and his.
The phone rang.
Dimitri glanced at it without moving. The caller ID showed father.
He knew this call was coming. He'd been expecting it since the moment Marco had asked him about what he was going to do with Isabella, but Dimitri decided that whatever conversation his father wanted to have could wait until morning.
The phone continued to ring.
Eve stirred slightly, but she didn't wake up.
