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more than to blen

et me in without a word. He knew who I was. Or rather, he knew w

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the sound of laughter hi

lding a glass of champagne, while Dante stood

it shoulders that looked broad enough

d when I

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. I could not look at his face; it hurt too

ted towards him, placing a

robably got lost. You know Se

s a predator's smile, a

er hand on his ar

o his jacket pocket and pulled

it out

it. It was heavy, printe

ding in

ti & Isabell

clinical. "To show unity. The rumors about your

instab

raphina is crazy. Seraphina makes

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ersonal space until I could smel

the safe house-the scent that used to

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bruptly. "You will come with us. We n

to go, but I

te elevator down

nte owned, where the paparazzi we

ded like gunfire as so

sabella. She stepped out, glowing, soakin

keeping my

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st as a spark

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me and Isabella. He had

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a, shielding her body with his own

me stand

t try to run. I just w

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nte stan

ing Isabella

r, his voice laced with pan

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