NARRATOR’S POV "Do you have to do that?" Dante asked as he stepped inside, his voice rising with frustration.Dove didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look up. Her long fingers kept tapping the side of the wooden drum in rhythm, echoing softly through the stone cave. Her gown dragged behind her like mist, and her expression remained unreadable."What do you mean?" she asked, still focused on the sound her fingers created."You killed a man, Dove. That old man hanging on the tree? That wasn’t part of the plan," he snapped, stepping closer.She chuckled lightly, coldly. “C’mon Dante, we needed to make a move already. Sebastian is too comfortable. This will shake him. Push him.”"Push him into what?" Dante’s voice deepened, frustration burning beneath his skin. "Into a war? Into another bloodbath?”“He’ll come to his senses,” she muttered.Dante grabbed her hand, firm, stopping her fingers mid-drum. She looked up at him then, annoyed.“But by any chance,” he said slowly, searching her eyes,
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