Chapter 54: I'll Collect It Myself

Elena's POV

Dante's office smelled of lunch — steak, something warm and savory — and the scent hit me the moment the door opened. He was at his desk, a meal set out in front of him, and he looked up as I crossed the room. His gaze went immediately to my forehead, to the sweat still damp at my hairl...

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