The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

Each act of survival could be rearranged into evidence of instability.
Dante leaned forward.
I will not let him take her.
The old fear returned.
You cannot solve this by making people disappear.
I know.
Do you?
His jaw tightened, but he did not argue.
I stood.
Pain shot through my ribs.
Dante rose instinctively.
I held up one hand.
Do not.
He stopped.
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