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“WHY AM I HERE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?” You demand an answer.
Dante reaches over and pitches the skin near your collarbone hard enough to break the surface. You cry out as he drags the skin off a few inches centimetres. He grins as he watches you squirm.
He lets go and looks at the tiny amount of blood in between his fingernails with fascination as if your blood were unlike other blood he most obviously has seen. He brings it to his lips, about to taste it, taste you just like he did with Marcey.
Ps. Of course Imre and Nia would win those polls 😭
Pss. Either rejoice or lament that you’re going to be spending quite a bit of time with Dante in this chapter on this route