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DANTE'S POV

Heat tricks men into mistakes. What I want is the cold that holds a mistake in place and studies it until it cannot move.

Liliana tried to run. Stupid, messy, glorious little ember. She almost felt the world under her feet — the way people taste when they think they are free. That attempt was a message, not to me but to herself: she was not finished. It made me laugh and it made my blood slow into something more dangerous.

They brought Ethan in to fetch her; he tried to be the hero and ended up a spectacle. Watching that man scramble and fail confirmed exactly what I knew about his bones — hollow. He’s a hollow man with quick apologies, and hollow men make the best lessons.

I sit in my office with the city pressed against the windows and smoke curling between my fingers. Luca waits opposite me, efficient as a shadow. Marco stands at the door, sharpening a blade like a priest preparing an altar. The men smell of oil and hunger — and they study me for the signal.

“You let th
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    LILIANA'S POV The SUV jolted to a stop, jerking me forward. My wrists burned where the zip ties dug into them.“Out,” one of the masked men barked, yanking the door open.I stumbled into the night, gravel crunching beneath my bare feet. The air was sharp with salt and smoke. My head still pounded from the blow earlier, every step sending shards of pain through my skull.And then I saw it.A sprawling mansion rose in front of me—stone walls, iron gates, guards lined like soldiers. Familiar. Sickeningly familiar.My father’s estate.The breath caught in my throat. “No,” I whispered.Ethan stepped out behind me, his shoes crunching lightly against the gravel. He smirked, hands tucked in his pockets like he owned the world. “Home sweet home.”“Home?” My voice cracked, disbelief clawing at my chest. “You helped him kidnap me from my own wedding. From my life.”Ethan’s smile didn’t falter. “No, Liliana. I saved you. From him.”I almost laughed—hollow, bitter. “From Dante?”“From the monste

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    Liliana’s POVThe car ride was too quiet.Dante sat beside me, his hand resting heavy on my thigh like I belonged to him, like I wasn’t already plotting how I’d shove that hand off the first chance I got. The tinted windows cut off the world outside, leaving only the low hum of the engine and Marco’s crude jokes from the front seat.I kept my eyes on the blur of headlights rushing past, trying not to think about the chains that had only just come off, about the bruises still painted across my skin.“Relax, doll,” Dante murmured, his voice lazy, dangerous. “You’re trembling like a virgin on her wedding night.”“I’m not yours,” I snapped, the words scraping my throat raw.His fingers dug into my thigh, sharp enough to sting. “Keep saying that, maybe you’ll believe it.”Before I could throw another insult, Luca’s voice cut through from the front passenger seat. “We’ve got company.”The car swerved slightly. My pulse jumped. Through the windshield, I caught the glint of headlights in the

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