na
n my stomach, existin
ing the first aid kit for the vodka
-hot fire that seared through m
pt me
brought, leaving the trays
to speak
ird day,
scabs and blooming bruises that
obe, the fabric cool ag
nto the ma
wasn't
the walk-
took every bag, every shoe, every p
them to th
em over th
three stories below-a deluge of L
shielding their eyes as they stared
back
twenty-four
ng for Dante to come home, only for him to
this
, a gallery owner who knew nothing about the
I want to go out.
py birthday! Are you s
ted," I cut in, m
a backl
It was a decla
ry crimson ridges crisscrossing m
ted them
world to se
b was loud, dark
a VIP
hampagne.
I felt like a person, buoye
houted over the music. "But
cuse slipping out effort
the atmosphere in
e air got heavier, charged wi
ted like t
walk
ee other soldiers, moving with
So
cou
earing a white dress that made
canned
s locke
he backl
w the
w tigh
ur booth, darkness
ere?" he demanded, lo
drink with feigned nonchalance. "I
aid, his voice low and danger
Dante. You're the o
tepped
voice dripping with faux concern. "We didn't kn
, Sofia,
her like that,"
wearing heels, so I was a
te pet? Because she's the
Dante said. He r
uch me!"
c seemed
e was w
ence like a blade. "You beat your wife like a dog because
ned. His hand was twitchin
"I hate you, Dante. I hate yo
e of champagne fr
't aim
us, wanting to smash it, to m
d. "She's goi
herself
acted on
hove
h me back, to c
d his full
w bac
tower of champagn
afening-a sympho
shat
ds of
he floo
in my arm, my
le of expensive alcoh
nd me, mixing with the champagn
Clara s
en, his hand sti
oked
e blood spreadi
"Dante... I think I
looked
looked a
esit
econd, he
he turned
, helping her sit down o
as the
final nail
band check his mistress for a twisted ankle w
ted to
wet, gurg
off his jacket and pressed it
shouted at the staff, his
ad snapped
e amount
ashed in
a step t
ena
" I whi
im through th
dare come

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