Chapter 141 The Rise Of The Donna III

ALINA'S POV

The laughter died abruptly.

I stepped forward as Dante pulled the chair back for me. I sat down, crossing my legs deliberately, letting the cloak fall around me like the wings of a crow.

I signaled to Dante with two fingers. He leaned in, and I nodded toward the wine decanter.

He und...

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