Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

She could hear the worry and fear in his voice and she found she wanted to comfort him slowly she began to open her eyes, they flickered, opened then closed again in quick succession before she got control of her eyelids and opened them, fully to stare at the back of the head of the man whose voice had brought her back. It was full rich glossy blue/black curls and the temptation to run her fingers through it was irresistible , lifting her hand she placed it gently on to his head and let her fingers become entangled in those soft curls. Dante, who had been dozing, jerked instantly awake and yelped as he sat up and some of his hair ripped out in her hand.

‘Caro Dio, finalmente sei sveglio.’ [Dear God you are finally awake my love.]

He bent over her and pulled her into his arms his lips crashing against hers demandingly,

‘Mi avevi così, così preoccupata, bambina, che pensavo che ti avrei perso e non potevo sopportarlo.’ [You had me so, so worried baby girl, I thought I was going to