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nd two nurses rushed past me, their faces grim masks of concentration. The forc
commands. The world went silent. The frantic beeping, the doctor's shouts, my
tered to my ear. Dante's words
ed, unbidden. It was three years ago, in this same hospital. Luca
ing one of his thousand-dollar suits. He was in jeans and a soft gray sweater, carrying a boxed set
as my brother, weak but excited, explained the complex plotlines. There was a g
oorway, my heart swelling wit
and wrapped his arms around me from
, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. "I'll take care of yo
pping my jaw. "I love all of you. That inc
usted from years of fighting alone, had believed him.
the word now, and i
sweet promise, every tender look, was just more proof of what a fool I h
my faith i
s cruelty, but I hated myself more for my blindness. If I hadn't trusted him, if I hadn't put all m
. The thought was so cold, so absol
flinched, spinning around to see a
Evans sent me. It's... it's critical
ision? Wha
my mind unable to
Mrs. Volkov, we can't wait any longer. You have to
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