‘What did you promise them?’ Tella asked. ‘It doesn’t matter. I did it for you and I’d do it again.’ Dante rotated his wrist until somehow he was holding her hand. He still hadn’t even looked at the cards. He dark eyes stayed fixed on her as if she were his prize. And, damn her, she believed him. It was so very wrong.
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