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DANTE's POV I stared in disgust at Francesca who had her head bowed down and her fingers in her lap. We remained in the same position for a while. It wasn’t disgust I was feeling although that is what I wanted to tell myself… that I hated her and I was disgusted by her behaviour and happy about her suffering but it was all a lie. I felt an emotion that was as foreign to me as the death of my brother; it was pity and it did not feel nice. I had no reason to pity her… her family deserved everything that was coming to them including her and I was going to make sure she admitted to the truth; that she had been part of the scheme to kill my brother. She was a very good liar and I wondered if I had underestimated her and was now allowing the little chit get under my skin with her soulful ey