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... stumbled inside, silent, her face soaked with tears she no longer bothered to wipe away.
Milo was dead. Lexie too—at least that’s what she still believed.
And her ? She hadn’t been able to do anything, nothing, but cry.
Dante lingered in the doorway. His scarlet eyes locked onto Helena with an emptiness, so cold it felt cruel.
He had long lost the ability to feel anything but rage—and he knew it.
Not a word, not a breath, just that expressionless stare. < ...
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