The sky was still dark, but the mansion was already awake with tension. No sunlight touched the windows, no birds dared make a sound, yet the courtyard felt alive with restless movement. Engines rolled in one by one. Men tightened their vests, checked their weapons, and waited for orders they were too afraid to question. No one spoke because the atmosphere around Dante felt dangerous, heavy, and close to breaking. The way he moved, the way he breathed, the way he ignored everything except the path in front of him—any sane man could see he wasn’t preparing for a mission. He was preparing for a sacrifice.Dante stepped out of the house wearing a black suit that fit his body like a glove. Not the suit of a man attending a meeting, but the one he wore when he expected not to return. His gloves were on, his jaw locked, and his eyes held none of the warmth Emilia used to bring out of him. Everything soft inside him had been stripped away. Only purpose remained. Marcello noticed it the momen
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