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er" was actually just the VI

stay there since Isabell

't an anniversary dinner. It was a business meeting disgui

ooking around the room with a rare warmth. "Do you remem

kin?" Isabella ask

verything

ter. It tasted lik

peared at D

e carpaccio, and the sea bass," Dante order

playful pout. "Ask Elara what she wa

"I don't know what she likes

had been married

e risotto had lobster stock. Even cross

ngry," I sa

rself," D

the ladies' ro

the suffocating weight of their shared histor

as a collision of marble and gol

opened

la wal

the sinks, checking he

ired, Elara

said, scrubb

closer to the mirror. "It's ki

wife, I

You're a handshake between two dead men. You think because you

marry you?" I asked,

to protect you. You're the charit

worry. He comes to me wh

ond, but a deep, groaning

iling

h look

he one Dante had installed because Isabella wanted "grandeu

structural support beam ran straigh

aster

room crashed. The impact

ew out the wall

hunk of plaster and steel sup

He had run from the table

We were standing

second. A sin

lun

her body with his own, shiel

standing

eam h

y side. Darkness s

he rhythmic be

n fire. My head was throbb

es. White ceil

rough the door. He looked frantic. His

la

I felt a strang

ke," I w

bedside. "I didn't know you were hit. There

he wife was missing

okay? The doctor said you have t

ine,"

I pictured the l

ch

t took over. He didn't think. He just a

en," I w

d, leaning closer.

said, opening my eyes

s away fro

d. "You're talking nonsen

Dante," I said.