Isabella's POVThe second I saw Dante burst through the door, the tension that had been holding me together snapped."Dante..." I whispered his name.He rushed to my side, untying the ropes and pulling me into his arms."It's okay, you're okay..." his voice was shaking. "I'm here, I'm here..."I looked at Lorenzo, who lay in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were open, but vacant.The blade was still in his chest."Isabella, look at me," Dante cupped my face. "Don't look at him."I nodded, but my body began to shake uncontrollably.Fear, rage, and a profound sense of relief washed over me, leaving me breathless."I want to go home..." my voice was small."We're going home now," Dante held me tighter. "Right now..."My vision blurred, and my body felt heavy.The last thing I heard before I passed out was Dante calling my name.When I woke up again, sunlight was streaming through the curtains.I was in my bedroom in the Sicilian castle. Dante was sitting by my bed, holding my hand. My
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