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Chapter 12
“Good girl.” Dante’s words haven’t left my mind since he has spoken them.
What the hell was that? And why am I blushing over it? I shake my head violently to get rid of the thought as I walk down the long hall back to my room. I haven’t been here long but after being in Dante’s cold office for that long, I miss the little comfort my room has provided.
As I round the corner, I spot Hana and another woman waiting at the top of the stairs to the second floor. I smile at Hana, seeing a familiar face can indeed make someone feel better. After the talk with Dante and Luca, I’m spent.
“Hana,” I call out, and she brightens up when she sees me. “What are you doing here?”
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