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Chapter Twenty-Six Part 3: Day Three

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-17 11:15:38

INTERCUT: DANTE - Day Three

The meeting started at 2 PM.

Dante sat at the head of the table. His lieutenants on one side. Isabella's on the other.

Reports. Updates. Problems that needed solving.

Dante tried to focus. To listen. To make decisions.

But his mind kept drifting.

To Novalee. To what Isabella was doing to her. To whether she was still gone or coming back.

To whether she'd ever look at him again with anything but emptiness.

"—and the shipment was intercepted," one of Isabella's men was
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