Chapter 20 - The Anniversary of the Blood StainOne year to the day after she had walked into his office ten minutes late, Elena stood before the mirror in the penthouse suite, wearing a stunning crimson evening gown.
Dante walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
He looked down at her shoes—sleek, immaculate black designer heels, completely clean.
"Remember where we were a year ago today?" Dante whispered against her neck.
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"I remember," Elena smiled, turning in his arms to wrap her hands around his shoulders. "Ten minutes late, terrified out of my mind, and tracking blood onto your pristine floors."
"Best ten minutes of my life," Dante murmured, pressing his lips passionately to hers as the Chicago city lights glittered below them, sealing their dark, unbreakable bond forever.
