Wren's POV"Sit down, Wren."Dante's voice was the first thing I heard once the door clicked shut behind us, low and controlled, nothing like the man who had begged me to stop him five weeks ago. I made it three steps into my room before the tears started, and by the time he shut that door, I could barely see him through the blur of them.He had pulled me down that hallway like the words waiting in his chest could not stand to wait another second, and now that we were alone, he seemed to have lost all of them at once. I stood by my window with my arms wrapped around myself, waiting, the soft click of the latch behind me final in a way that made my stomach twist.Downstairs, I had caught one last glimpse of Seraphina before Dante pulled me away. She had not looked upset at all. If anything, she looked pleased, waving a graceful hand toward the hallway as if granting us a gift, telling Alistair something about giving the siblings a moment to catch up.I remembered thinking, even through
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