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Chapter 13
“It seems the meeting has fried your brain if you managed to sleep the day away.”
Someone’s deep voice wakes me from my slumber. Wait, something isn’t right.
I sit up with a start, suddenly feeling nauseous with the sudden movement. It takes my eyes a few breathes to adjust, but sure enough, Dante is in my room, arms crossed, lazily leaning against the table directly opposite my bed. He’s starting right at me with those intense eyes, making me self-conscious.
Was he watching me sleep?
“Pervert,” I mutter, earning myself a raised eyebrow from him. “How long have you been standing there?” I clutch the blanket closer to my chest thankful that this time I’
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