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... e through silk. Calm. Musical. A stream of cool water in a river of boiling rage.
Her offer wasn’t peace. It wasn’t surrender. It was a different, more interesting kind of war.
Dante looked at her carefully. Studying her. At the ancient, amused wisdom showing in her forest-green eyes. Eyes that had seen centuries pass. Maybe millennia.
He had no need for their sympathy. No desire for their offers of protection or alliance. His path was already set in his mind. Already dec ...
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