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18: Dante
Why did he not feel surprised? Maybe it was because he knew something was off when he intercepted him and Willow at the school. The look in his eyes... They didn't belong to a sweet boy like Willow always saw him as. He looked like a man obsessed, and possessed. Even now as Willow wrapped up her ritual, he saw her shoulder's trembling. He knew she cared deeply for the boy, even loved him before he had come along and shifted the winds of fate.
"Who is this boy? Why would he kill my little girl?" Amanda's mother interrupted his thoughts. He glanced over to the woman who was slumped against the wall after Willow broke the news to her.
"He's a student from the same school as Willow, but I'm not sure what his motivation was to do this." Dante folded his arms across his chest.
"He did it because of what she did to me..." Willow spoke up finally after putting the white sage away.
"So you did encourage him to do this." Amanda's mother rose to her feet slowly, her han
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