We were so close I could see every flicker of light in his eyes.The air was thick with danger and desire.But I gently pushed him away.“Thank you for the offer,” I said, taking a step back. “But what I want is freedom.”Dante looked surprised, but a smile quickly returned to his face. “Freedom?”“Yes.” I put down my wine glass. “I'm done with the plotting. The blood. I’m done with this life. I want out. A clean slate, somewhere no one knows my name.”“Are you sure?” Dante asked again. “Stay here, and you could have everything.”“I’m sure,” my voice was firm. “Dante, thank you for helping me get my revenge. But I don’t belong here.”Dante looked at me, a hint of regret in his eyes.“Alright then,” he nodded. “If freedom is what you choose, I’ll make it happen.”Three days later, at Dante’s estate.I stood in the garden, watching my mother water flowers in the sun.It was the most peaceful I had seen her in twenty years.“What are you thinking about?” Dante asked, walking up to me.“Th
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