Dante glanced at the angry Lilith, who was in a rage, and he instantly squashed it when pulling her into a warm hug. The Death Witch stiffened but soon melted into his embrace as he promised. ''We will kill the Duke who took your family and repay it tenfold to the vile humans of Dawnfen.''
Her voice trembled, a faint whisper barely escaping, she pressed herself closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. ''Thank you,'' she breathed, her words aching with years of loneliness. ''I, I haven't felt like this in decades, not since the world turned cold and took everything soft with it."
Dante's breath hitched, his heart seizing in his chest as her words sank deep, stirring something raw. ''I've only ever felt this from Luna,'' he murmured in disbelief. ''How, how are you so warm?''
