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Betrayal

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Sleep doesn't come easily that night. Even after I return to my room, Dante's words echo in my head.

If anything happens to her… I won't forgive myself.

I lie on my back staring at the ceiling, replaying the conversation I overheard in the hallway. Part of me feels guilty for listening. The other part can't stop thinking about what it means.

Dante cares.

That realization should make me feel safer. Instead, it makes me feel exposed. Because in Dante's world, caring about someone is a weaknes
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