Laura woke to sunlight streaming through the cabin's small window. Her body ached from yesterday's climb, but that wasn't what made her cheeks burn as she opened her eyes.
Dante sat across the room, watching her. His dark eyes never left her face, his expression unreadable yet somehow too knowing. Last night's dream rushed back, making her stomach flip.
She looked away first, busying herself with folding her blanket. Did he know? Had she made noises in her sleep? The thought made her want to crawl under a rock and die.
"Sleep well?" His deep voice carried a hint of something that made her pulse jump.
"Fine," she snapped, not meeting his eyes.
"Interesting dreams?" The question hung in the air between them.
Laura's head shot up, eyes wide, panicked. "What the f**k is that supposed to
