"What the hell are you doing out here?"

Dante’s POV

The rain hadn't stopped since sunset, but it wasn't just a downpour. It was a damn deluge. It pounded the windows like war drums—heavy, relentless, and angry. Kind of like me.

My hands were clenched so tight my knuckles ached. I’d been pacing the length of my room for what felt lik...

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