The Cost of Betrayal

Vittoria

The moment Dante walked out, the door didn’t just close.

It felt like it took the air with it.

I stood there in the centre of my room for a few seconds, even though it was empty, even though the night was colder than I'd anticipated, my heart still racing from the confrontation. The wind tugged at my hair, but the real cold was inside me.

Then I finally exhaled. A sharp, shaky breath.

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