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nd two nurses rushed past me, their faces grim masks of concentration. The forc

commands. The world went silent. The frantic beeping, the doctor's shouts, my

tered to my ear. Dante's words

ed, unbidden. It was three years ago, in this same hospital. Luca

ing one of his thousand-dollar suits. He was in jeans and a soft gray sweater, carrying a boxed set

as my brother, weak but excited, explained the complex plotlines. There was a g

oorway, my heart swelling wit

and wrapped his arms around me from

, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. "I'll take care of yo

pping my jaw. "I love all of you. That inc

usted from years of fighting alone, had believed him.

the word now, and i

sweet promise, every tender look, was just more proof of what a fool I h

my faith i

s cruelty, but I hated myself more for my blindness. If I hadn't trusted him, if I hadn't put all m

. The thought was so cold, so absol

flinched, spinning around to see a

Evans sent me. It's... it's critical

ision? Wha

my mind unable to

Mrs. Volkov, we can't wait any longer. You have to