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the wardrobe.
“No,” Dante replied. “You’re a liability.”
He closed the distance slowly, stopping inches away. He smelled like rain, coffee, and gun oil.
“Do you know what happened at Leto after we left?”
Elena shook her head.
Dante placed one hand against the wardrobe beside her, trapping her without touching her.
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