*****************************************************************---Dante stepped forward.The cigarette burned low between his fingers, its orange glow flickering like the fire in his eyes.cDamon trembled, his mouth dry, blood pooling beneath his knees. Isla sobbed, her face buried in her hands, her body shaking from trauma and shame. The air was thick—soaked in fear, sweat, blood, and the scent of impending death.Dante crouched slowly in front of Damon, his voice low and calm, like a father speaking to a child."I changed my mind," he murmured.He stood upright, stretching his neck lazily before nodding at one of the guards.“Hold him still.”Two men seized Damon’s arms and shoved him back down, strapping him to the steel chair bolted to the floor.“What are you doing?” Damon asked, voice cracking. “I said I’d do it… I said I’d—”Dante pulled out a thick black blade from his belt—a bone knife, carved from the rib of a man long dead. Its jagged edge was laced with rust and someth
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