Chapter 28: Grappling with the Truth
Lila spent the entire night pacing her apartment, replaying every word Dante had said in the park. Son of Lucifer. Not human. The prophecy. They’ll come for your soul. Each sentence felt like a stone, weighing her down until her chest felt like it might collapse under the pressure. She had wanted answers, but nothing could have prepared her for the truth. Dante wasn’t just mysterious or damaged; he was something entirely different. Otherworldly. Hellish. Lila stopped pacing and stared out of her window, the city lights casting long shadows across her face. In the distance, she could hear the faint hum of traffic, a stark reminder that the world outside carried on as normal while hers had been completely turned upside down. She thought about Dante about his dark eyes, the way he had look
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