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What They Don’t See

Author: Elizabeth_reads
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-14 13:01:11

Dante’s POV

The house was quieter than it should have been. Not calm. Not peaceful. Different. And control like this never came without a reason.

I stood in my office, the glass untouched in my hand, my gaze fixed on the city stretching beyond the window. Lights flickered in the distance, unaware, untouched by the kind of war that didn’t announce itself.

The kind that moved in silence. Precision. Timing.

And that was the problem. This wasn’t random. It never had been.

“Say it again.”

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