Capitana

by Cassandra James

“Hermosa,” he said softly. She blinked. She must have misheard him. Perhaps it was the music still ringing in her ears, or the way Dante was looking at her now, the same way he had stared up at the ladder to the Flora. Terrified. Determined. “We don’t have to go back,” he said.

“Si te dijera que te quiero,” he breathed. “¿Sería suficiente?”

“I’ve known you for four years. If you’re a poet, then I am Queen Dulcinea.” He laughed. “To the labyrinth then, mi reina?” “Not yet,” she answered. “There’s something I have to do first.”