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Chapter Thirty-One Part 4: Day Thirteen

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update publish date: 2026-03-22 10:47:27

INTERCUT: DANTE - Day Thirteen

The call came at midnight.

Dante was awake. He'd been awake for hours. Staring at the ceiling of his penthouse, hands behind his head, thinking about tomorrow. About her walking through his door. About whether she'd still be Novalee or something else entirely.

The phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered.

"We've lost everything north of the river."

Dante sat up slowly, feet hitting the cold floor. His voice came out quiet. Dangerous. "What?"

"The Volkovs. They pu
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