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CHAPTER 15.

Auteur: Whyte child
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-17 17:52:48

His grip is warm and steady with one effortless pull and I’m standing or at least… attempting to stand.

My ankle immediately reminds me that I just launched myself into a side table while chasing a cat as pain shoots through my foot and I wince.

Dante notices instantly.

Of course he does.

The man notices everything.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

His stare says otherwise, I glare back.

His stare wins.

Annoying……Very annoying.

Mochi shifts in my arms, completely comfortable despite being the cause
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