In this room, Lyra's world had shrunk, her heart thudding against her chest as the stranger's words echoed ominously. Every nerve of hers yelled for flight, yet the weight of Dante and the new one's presence refused to release her. The chill of the temperature rose, though it was as if even the very air took a step back from the tension between these two men.Dante's face darkened, every ounce of control he exuded now wavering at the seams. He never lost his composure, not in front of anyone, but from the way his eyes seared with barely concealed fury, Lyra knew this man's presence wasn't anticipated."You should go," Dante said, voice low and seething, an ironclad order. "Before you regret stepping into something you don't understand."The smile remained on the stranger's face, but now there was a predatory glint in his eye. "Oh, I understand perfectly." He took another step, measured in his movement as if to claim that piece of ground right beneath Dante's feet. "But it would appear
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