"Are you going to let him go?"Leo’s voice was too quiet. Too steady. I didn't look at him. I couldn't. My eyes were locked on that single, dark speck on the horizon where the Atlantic swallowed the sun. Dante was gone. No boat. No flare. Just a man walking into a grave he’d been digging for ten years."He was never ours to keep, Leo."I tightened my grip on the cliff’s edge. The stone was cold. Sharp. It bit into my palms, but I needed the sting to stay present. My head throbbed with the ghost of a hangover that hadn't left since Marseille. Or maybe it was just the weight of the silence."He remembered the lilies," Leo said. He kicked a loose pebble over the side. We waited. Three seconds. A faint clink against the lower shelf. "He remembered the blood.""Memory is a poison. He’s better off without us."I reached into my pocket. My fingers brushed against the heavy, cold weight of the Vane signet ring. I pulled it out. The gold was dull, caked with the dried salt of the harbor. The e
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