Chapter 5

Elena POV

I woke to stitches above my ear, a concussion, and Dante asleep upright in the chair beside my bed, still in his blood-streaked shirt. His eyes opened the second I moved and I realized he hadn’t really been sleeping deeply as I thought if this small sound could wake him up so fast.

"Elena." My name came out of him wrecked, raw, nothing like the controlled voice I'd married three weeks ago. "Thank God. How do you feel?"

"Like I got shot at." I tried to sit up; he was at my side instantly, one hand steadying my…