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FRANCESCA's POV It was getting late and I worried about where the f**k Dante was. I had decided to stick to the room and not bother going anywhere because I did not want to encounter Cassandra. It was as though my thoughts were heard because suddenly there was a banging on the room door. “Coming” I screamed, hopping to the door. Marco burst in, his eyes surveying my undressed state. He had a wild look in his eyes and I was suddenly on guard; I knew that whatever was happening had a lot to do with Dante. “Get dressed, you are coming with me” He muttered. “I am going nowhere with you until you tell me what the f**k is going on and you better speak fast” I snapped. His eyes held an emotion I had never seen there before… fear. “Where is Dante?” I asked, reaching for the shirt on the be