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Chapter 33
He says one thing but does another. I haven’t seen Dante for days since we returned back to his estate with the promise of punishment but then he’s nowhere to be found.
When we arrived back, I was forced to walk back to our bedroom uncomfortably. Luca had pulled Dante away, saying something about how: “Our guest is feeling cooperative. I thought I’d wait for you to do the honors.”
I have no idea what that means, but it must have been serious because there was an obvious change in Dante’s demeanor, and I don’t miss the coldness in his voice when he told me to go back first.
He’d even assigned Killian to train me today.
“The boss is just busy,” Killian says as he helps me put on the weights on the bar.<
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