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Chapter Twenty-Three Part 3: The Shell

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update publish date: 2026-03-14 10:21:24

Hours passed.

Dante waited outside. Pacing. Smoking. Drinking.

Atlas found him there. Bandaged. Stitched. His chest wrapped where Novalee had slashed him.

"How is she?" Atlas asked.

"The same. Worse. I don't know." Dante took a drink. "My mother's with her."

Atlas's expression darkened. "Isabella? You let Isabella—"

"I don't have a choice!" Dante snapped. "She's gone, Atlas. Completely gone. If anyone can bring her back, it's my mother."

"And what will she bring back?" Atlas's voice was hard. A
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