Chapter 40 FIREFLIES.

CINNAMON

"Beautiful, wake up."

Featherlight kisses peppered the crown of my head, pulling me from sleep. "We're home."

I blinked against the haze, straightening in my seat. Oh, God. I'd been sleeping against Dante's shoulder. My hand flew to my mouth, wiping away any potential drool, then franticall...

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