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Dante’s voice echoed through the silent hall, heavy with a gravity that made the books on the shelves seem to vibrate. “I found more than I was ready to face,” Helena replied, standing up and holding the notebook against her chest. “My surname is in these books, Dante. My mark is on the stones in the forest. Why didn’t you tell me?” Dante walked toward her, his steps heavy and deliberate across the wooden floor. He stopped just a few inches away, the scent of leather and rain enveloping her like a cloak.

Chapter 77. Author's Pov. Dante sat on the couch in his room and his eyes pierced through the sky in a bid to find solace. A knock came in on his door and he replied curtly. "Come in. " Dan walked in and he bowed "My lord. I have a few men from the D and A clan. You might want me to use them to lure Alcantara into your doom." The room went silent for a while as Dante allowed the words to consume him, his eyes rippled into the stars and he let out a whisper at the time he found it convenient.

He thought about the hotel room in Bucharest and a man with a fire extinguisher who was currently sitting four feet from him reading about Italian Renaissance architecture because he was interested in everything. "It's all right," he said. "More than all right." "You're sure?" Elian said. "I want people to know," Dante said. "That this exists." He paused. "That it was possible." Elian looked at him for a long, specific moment. "Dante," he said. "Yes." "I'm going to dedicate the novel to you," he said. "If that's all right. Nothing elaborate. Just your name. So the book knows where it comes from."

he said, his thumb caressing against my knuckles. I knew I was supposed to trust his protection, but deep down, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the whole thing. One moment I am being dragged in here, barely escaping death, assigned to his evil mistress, tried escaping and being locked in a room with a wolf, and now I am with Dante. This is just too much to comprehend. “Come on,” Dante nudged me out of my clouded thoughts. “Let’s get you something to eat and a bath,” he said gently.

Loki So today is my brother’s funeral and I don’t think that realize that It a golem instead of me yet but they will soon realize it well my plot for kidnapping the Queen herself is starting to form and I know that I will be able to kidnap her and force her to take me as her second mate, I will also have her making changes to the kingdom they way I seem fit first by starting to break some of the alliances that have been formed I don’t like some of the communities that she has alliances with and I need to make sure that I can start wars throughout the kingdom because I want war I want death because that what we need we have had this for thousands of years what is the difference now why shou

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

Dante tapped the side of the wall and a large ladder popped free, he leaned it against the pillar and made quick work of retrieving the book before handing it to Mj. As Mj ran her hand over the rich red book the scratchy feeling of the cover made her smile. “This book looks old” she said and as Dante returned the ladder he motioned for her to join him at the table, “it is...it’s an original print so don't go using it as a coaster,” Mj scowled at Dante and he winked at her as she settled next to him on the overstuffed pillows. Instead of looking at the book she had placed on the table Mj was staring outside at the green weeping trees and moss covered ground, “this place is crazy...it’s so

“We’re going to get our son back,’ Ash promised quietly. “Trust me.” “Always.” ************************* The cold dungeon in hell reminded him of Dante’s Inferno. Bright had never liked when he read those kind of books. He called them “guilt-inducing” and then would offer Ray a half dozen alternatives. He had had a lot of time to read though, and Dante’s trilogy had been some of the books which stuck in his mind. “It’s good that you came so willingly.” Monika voice dripped with condescension. “I’ll give you a treat for doing so well.”

“That does not change what came before.” Dante held out the storybook. “He left this at the apartment.” I took it from him and found Leo’s bookmark still in place. “Thank you.” “Elena, look at me.” I did. He may have expected anger, tears, or the questions I once asked whenever he chose Camilla and left us behind. I used to ask when he would return and whether he remembered that someone was waiting. I had no questions left. Dante stepped closer, then stopped when I tightened my arms around the book.

Dante straightened, his expression sliding back into its usual mask, though the faint rise and fall of his chest betrayed what had just happened between us. “There’s someone who would like to meet you,” the woman continued, bowing again. “He says it is urgent. He is from our pack.” Silence stretched a fraction too long. Dante’s jaw tightened, then loosened, as though weighing whether to refuse or accept. Finally, with a curt nod, he moved away from me. He reached for something on his table a small leather-bound book, though I couldn’t see its title before slipping it under his arm. His gaze darted briefly toward me, his gray eyes swift and piercing at me before he strode past the woman and o