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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE FIRST NIGHT

Author: Bara
last update publish date: 2026-07-01 21:06:40

Lena’s POV

I stared at the camera in my hands. Why was it here?

The thought hit like a cold slap. Dante. He’d given me this room too easily. My anger flared up hot and fast, burning through every feeling of exhaustion I felt earlier. I shoved the camera into my pocket, grabbed the first tank top and shorts I could find, and shoved my feet into slippers.

The house was massive, quiet in a way that swallowed sound. I wandered down the hallway, listening for anything, footsteps, a voice, a
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