Chapter 9 Bloodline

Lucia’s POV

The hum of the jet was soft, steady—too steady. It almost drowned out the sound still echoing in my head: the wet thud of fists, the gasps, the silence that followed.

Dante sat across from me, unbothered, sleeves rolled up, a faint stain still clinging to his cuff. He hadn’t said a wor...

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