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War.

The word didn’t leave me even after he walked away. It stayed echoing in my head like something alive. Growing.

Spreading.

I stood there long after Dante disappeared down the hallway, my body still, but my mind racing. It didn't mean business. Not conflict. But war. Which meant enemies. Which meant blood. Which meant—

“Miss Elena.”

I flinched slightly, turning toward the voice.

One of the guards stood a few feet away, his posture rigid.

“Mr. Moretti asked that you return to your roo
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