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The Point of No Return

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last update publish date: 2026-07-09 05:46:55

Elena POV

James was on his knees in front of us, hands tied behind his back, breathing hard through a split lip.

The weak overhead light made the blood on his face look almost black. He didn't look like the man who used to guard Dante's back at family dinners, the one who always let me have the last piece of bread without anyone noticing. He looked small.

I stood a few feet away, the gun heavy in my hand. Dante had given it to me without a word.

He was right behind me, close enough that I
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