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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT: DIGGING UP THE PAST

Auteur: Bara
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-01 00:31:27

Lena’s POV

I stand between them, looking back and forth.

I get that he knows everyone, seeing as this is his world. But the look they’re giving each other screams there’s a story there. So I slowly pull out of Dante’s embrace and turn to Camila.

"So you two know each other?" I ask out loud. Dante doesn't answer. He just presses his fingers on my waist, anchoring me to him.

Camila answers first. Of course she does.

"Oh, Dante and I are old friends," she says, drawing the word out
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