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Chapter 13

Author: Black Velvet
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-10 20:04:43

The flight to Milan was brief and quiet, as I sat next to Dante it felt never-ending. He spent most of it glued to his tablet. His body was a portrait of distance and a master class in concentration. I just kept telling myself that I didn’t care that he hadn’t said a thing since we boarded. I had been telling myself a lot of bad things lately.

After the airport, the car ride was even quieter. Milan slipped by in silver streaks of rain, glass storefronts and the faint aroma of espresso wafted off coffee shops. I leaned my forehead to the window, and pretended to admire its view. Dante spoke one time. It was a short interjection in Italian, taut, clipped, and authoritative. Those were the type of voices people obeyed without realizing the reason for doing so.

By the time we reached the hotel, I was too tired to fight over the details. But the look the concierge gave us, we glanced back and forth between the two of us, and it was enough to make me jump off my seat. She was polite;
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