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25: Never Been This Way

Author: Pearlscape519
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-01 05:42:58

Dante's POV

The engine purred low as the car moved through the darkness of the night. I adjusted the rearview mirror and glanced at the unconscious figure sprawled across the backseat. Elena. Her face was still streaked with remnants of the ridiculous makeup she wore for the disguise, though half of it had rubbed off during the chaos. Stubborn woman. Even in her unconscious state, she looked ready to fight.

Her chest rose and fell softly, but that was about the only thing soft about her. Everything else…the slap she’d given me days ago, the sharp tongue, the way she’d defied me at every turn…boiled my blood. But tonight? She’d outdone herself. Running, screaming, throwing stones and trash, even that damn egg that had splattered on my face. And that knife…she had the audacity to think she could take me down with shaking hands.

I sighed, leaning back in the seat, my hand wiping at the crusted flour still clinging to my jaw. Goddamn it. She was impossible. Amusing, but impossible.

Enzo,
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