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Chapter 168: The space between us

Author: Gummy bear
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The door clicked shut quietly behind Dante.

Emilia didn’t turn. She stood on the balcony, the wind gently tugging at her hair as she leaned forward on the railing. The moonlight traced her silhouette, making her look almost ethereal—almost unreachable.

He stood there for a moment, watching her. The silence between them stretched.

Then, softly, he said, “You really plan to go through with this?”

Emilia didn’t respond right away. She inhaled deeply, as if the cold air could steady something unraveling inside her. “Yes,” she finally said.

Dante walked toward her. “This war... it doesn’t have to happen.”

She didn’t look at him. “It already is happening, Dante. Just because no one’s drawn blood yet doesn’t mean they haven’t made their move.”

He stopped beside her, gripping the railing too. “And burning anyone who disagrees with you—is that how you plan to lead?”

Her jaw tightened. “You think I’m being cruel.”

“I think you’ve changed.” He turned to face her. “And I don’t know if it’s for th
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