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CHAPTER EIGHT: THE MORNING AFTER

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Dante’s pov

The night dragged. Lena tossed and turned beside me, restless even in sleep. Each shift of her body pulled my attention back to her, and back to the problem of her being there at all.

I could barely get any sleep.

Every time my eyes closed, yesterday came back: the first camera pulled from the wall, the way my men’s faces went tight when they found the second, the third, the fourth. All in my room. Nowhere else.

Between that and the distraction of her breathing t
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