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Postlude: Chapter 20

Dimitri

Amaranthe was in bed reading when Dimitri went up to bed. He still could not fathom how or why she loved him. He was, for all intents and purposes, death incarnate. Dimitri did not care if his target was man, woman, or child and it was what bothered him more than anything. His taking over of Chicago proved this; his small army had made sure there were no heirs or survivors left alive. Yet, this beauty loved him as if he was as pure as the driven snow.

She looked up when she heard the door open and frowned. “You’re done early. Are the designs completed?” She asked, putting her book down then setting her reading glasses on top of it. He shook his head, taking off his tie as he walked towards their bed. “I missed my wife,” He said and sat next to her. She gave him one of her smiles that made him fall in love with her all those years ago in the diner. “Is that so? Well, come to bed, I’ve missed you too. It

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