Chapter 180 Seraphine

The penthouse felt too quiet. Not peaceful. Not safe.

Just… wrong.

Dante hadn’t let go of me since we got back. Not once.

Even now, as I sat on the edge of the couch, his hand rested over mine like if he loosened his grip for even a second, I might disappear.

Honestly? He wasn’t wrong. My head s...

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