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CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN: TAKING A STAND

作者: Bara
last update 公開日: 2026-09-03 00:03:06

LENA’S POV

I hit the door with both of my fists, yelling and screaming for someone to let me out.

“Let me out! Dante! Please!”

My voice bounces back at me in the hollow room. No one comes. Of course no one is going to come what was I even thinking?

I slide down the door until I’m on the floor. Knees to my chest. I can’t get enough air. The walls feel like they’re leaning in.

What is he going to do?

Dante doesn’t do “almost.” He doesn’t do “it meant nothing.” In his world, you
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