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Chapter Thirty: The Four Hours

Author: Silver Bird
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-06 01:25:18

Dante arrived at the apartment at fourteen minutes past seven and Sienna was standing in the middle of the living room waiting for him.

Not sitting. Standing. Which told him everything before she said a single word.

He looked at her face. Then at the envelope on the kitchen table. Then back at her face, and what he read there was not guilt exactly, not the guilty expression of someone who had done something wrong, but the specific quality of a person who had done something they believed was rig
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