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I have to admit that he's an imposing figure, with his wide chest and impossibly long frame. He stoops down and grabs the woman's chin, forcing her to face him. "I am Desmond Stewart and I am your master. From now on, until I free you from this bind, your will is no longer your own. You will forget everything that happens and your mind will be clear of any words, thoughts, desires, or feelings." He is glamoring her, and I am very confused. Aren't vampires limited to one attendant each by law? The woman's eyes seem to focus and unfocus, and a few seconds later, she smiles at him.

His brooding eyes scan Adelaide and I, and I swallow, sensing something off. “I also wanted to speak to you, Adelaide.” He adds and Adelaide glances at me, already panting. “About what?” “Christopher.” Dante says the name like he wants to stab whoever it is until they are paralyzed. “What about him?” Adelaide tries to act cool, but it's pointless, Dante knows everything. “You're dating a hippie?”

Never said much but moved around with the air of someone who knew he would be touched by something dangerous. Now with a hair nicely slicked back, eyes darker than ink and an aura that felt like he could command the paints to strip off our walls, he sat quietly across me. He leaned into the chair and scanned everyone's faces like he was trying to remember us. It's been fifteen years after all. Father cleared his throat. “Dante.” “Aldo,” Dante leaned in, an amused smirk on his face as if they were sharing a private joke. He got up briefly and brushed a kiss across my mother's cheek.

he countered. "There is no way to show you without a doubt, but if I could do anything to gain your trust it would be this" and she pulled a glowing blue dagger from its hidden sheath and handed it to him. He immediately knew it to be Veritás, Retribution’s enchanted blade. She then put her hand over his and placed her other on the blade. As quickly as lightning, she had sliced her hand and said, "I bind myself to you for the duration of this contract. I will give my life to save yours and to avenge it if I cannot prevent your demise." "That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!"

“A little shaken, maybe, but he’ll live—probably.” “What the hell did you do?” I spun toward him, fury blazing in my chest. Dante shrugged, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “The same thing you were planning to do, just better. You can’t beat a master at his own game, cara. I made Matteo, and what does he do? Turns around, steals my woman, and tries to kill me. Ungrateful, wouldn’t you say?”

Dante cried out, nearly bolting from his chair in shock. "Mr. Fletcher, you seem rather agitated. Is it because you actually know something?" Charlie’s voice was gentle and polite, but the implication was enough to cause a heart attack. Sensing that Charlie was the more "reasonable" one, Dante immediately abandoned the difficult Kyle and turned to Charlie with a pained expression. "Mr. Clemens, I can see you’re a man of reason. You know why I organized this gathering and invited so many people. You are all the 'fresh blood' that the Chamber of Commerce prizes. I’m trying to win you over, not harm you! Brother, you can’t go breaking my heart like this."

LUCA Dante came back like a ghost with a ledger. He arrived in the deepest hour of night, boots soft against the marble, cloak soaked from a sky that had learned to weep only in ruins. I met him in the low chapel — the place we went when we needed silence or absolution, which had recently been the same thing. He stood with the sort of exhausted grace men who’ve been in too many funerals develop. We both knew which one this would be. “You brought the paper,” I said. My voice sounded smaller than I meant it to.

"You're too smart, too quick. Someone with real amnesia wouldn't be able to handle things the way you do." "Then why did you play along?" Dante was silent for a long time. "Because I wanted you to choose me. This time, for real. With no debts, no lies." "Us?" I looked at him, confused. "What was there between us?" Dante walked to his desk and opened the bottom drawer. He took out a worn metal medallion, engraved with the image of St. Christopher. My heart nearly stopped. "That's..." I reached out a trembling hand.

DANTE I sat down in my study, thinking of the stupid impulsive purchase I had made tonight. I had a lot of money though and this amount wouldn't put a dent in my finances but I was still annoyed. This wasn't my nature, I was a thinker. I carefully planned my actions before I did them. Tonight was the first time in a long while that I had done something so rash. The worst part was that I hated the impression this purchase would make in people's minds about me. It only showed that I was just like ever other hot blooded young man who could be moved by the beauty of a woman.

There would be more to face, more enemies to defeat, but Dante knew one thing for certain—he would never let anyone take from him again. --- End of Chapter 54