She Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Closet. At Dawn, He Learned She Had Been There Before.

He turned slowly.

“What is this?”

She wiped her face.

“A letter.”

“Do not insult me.”

“I didn’t write it.”

The grief in his voice made her flinch more than anger would have.

“Who are you?”

Dante asked.

For a long moment, the entire mansion seemed to lean toward her answer.

Then she said, “Someone who should have stayed dead.”

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