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rk, gripped my hand as we walk
there to
ch the family docto
aimed I had sold her to a
as a
yes, believing the woman sobbing in his a
ena," he
atched as they injected liquid fire
e to feed the dogs I was terrified of,
n a freezer to "coo
straw wasn
with Sofia, intending to parade me as
that Elena Mor
e hospital r
g in the ashes and va
er, Dante foun
knees, begging
th dead eyes and h
urself,"
way I will belie
pte
pped my hand as I walked into the soundproofed room. It
ch the family docto
shadows, I had sold her to a brothel
er of the room. Heavy oak. Restra
looked
ad greeted me at the altar only two years ago. The man who lo
lena,"
at commanded legions of soldiers and made rival Dons in Chicag
water beneath me. "She is lying. I don't know h
anket-my blanket, I realized with a sick jolt. She looked up, her eyes red and swollen. "You knew, Elena.
the blan
rs on her back were visible-branding marks, ciga
d. A dangerous vein
gentleness of the gesture made bile rise in my throat. He h
ding the match
meet my gaze. "Her DNA matches. Her testimony matches the time
unstable!"
eir movements synchronized and
them, but I was a survivor. I had clawed my way o
the chair. The leather straps bit into my wrists, col
ly looke
a twisted, dark sense of duty. He looked at me l
y. "You are sick, *tesoro*. The guilt has twisted your m
ed to D
liquid inside was a pale, sickly yellow
tapping the glass to remove an air bubble. "It will help her access the repres
," Dan
d pulled her into his arms, shielding her eye
e pierced
i
searing through my blood. It hi
room began to spin. Colors bled into each other, melting the world
," I c
"I've got you, Giulia. You're s
ies bega
twelve. Gone. Replaced by a memory of m
or him. Gone. Replaced by me
allic blood flooding my mouth. "
ce boomed from everywhere and nowhere,
sical. It was the sensation of my soul be
ze. He was stroking her hair. He was whisper
had held for Dante Moretti fo
d
darkness

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