Chapter 47 Same Hand, Different Victim

I shove my phone into Dante’s hands the second he stirs, more asleep than awake. I can tell the text gets to him… the last bit of calm he has just snaps when he reads: don’t trust the timeline he gives you.

“We’re not canceling,” I cut in, fast, before he has a chance to say it. I know that’s where...

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