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Laura hadn't even caught her breath when another feeling hit her. She was being watched by someone.
A shiver ran down her spine as she turned slowly.
There he was. Dante. Leaning against the stone wall of the dim hallway, arms crossed, lips curved in a small smile.
Laura wiped sweat from her forehead, trying to look stronger than she felt. "What do you want?"
Dante pushed off the wall, moving toward her with slow, careful steps. "Just enjoying the show," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"I saw your fight with Lucian," he continued, his voice smooth as silk. "You didn't break."
"I don't break," Laura shot back, standing taller despite her aching body wondering why they were all obsessed with the word break and breaking her.
His smile grew, eyes darkening. "Not yet."
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