Chapter 33

Dante’s POV I awoke as sunlight streamed through my window. Angel lay sprawled across my chest, softly snoring—evidently exhausted from the events of the previous day. Even with her messy hair and dried drool on her face, she remained the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on. I dreaded the idea of leaving her alone, but the morning rounds demanded my attention. In our rotation, Akira's team covered the evening, leaving Rashaad and me to alternate between morning and afternoon shifts. Today was my designated morning, a duty I hoped to fulfill before Angel stirred. A crucial conversation loomed with her supposed father — a man with more secrets than a locked vault. While the notion of Jett being her biological father seemed unlikely, it was clear he was lying about something, we just had to figure out what it was. My heart ached for my mate, she’s caught in the whirlwind of multiple unfortunate events converging at once. I was surprised that Quinn was so understanding last night.