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Chapter 48: Seeking Advice (Dante POV)

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I couldn't take it anymore.

The bond ached constantly now, a dull, persistent throb that intensified whenever Kira was near. Which was often, given she was my guardian. Except "near" had become a relative term. Physically close, yes. But emotionally? She might as well have been on another continent.

This behavior befits your position. Maintain it.

My father's words from the corridor earlier kept replaying in my mind. The satisfaction in his voice. The way Ki

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