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CHAPTER TWELVE: BACKLASH

Aвтор: Bara
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 00:09:11

Lena’s POV

I don’t stop running until my bedroom door slams shut behind me.

My chest burns. I press my back to the wood like it’ll keep the image out.

It doesn’t.

Blood. There was so much blood on his hands, on his shirt, on the concrete, and even on his face — God, his face. I can’t forget that empty look in his eyes, like shooting a man mid-sentence was nothing.

I knew what Dante did. My father’s hands weren’t clean either. I grew up with guards, with whispers, with funerals
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