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~DANTE~ I had this uneasy feeling in my chest. I am terrified that Willow heard what I'd said to Atticus. It has been on my mind ever since I left home. I kept repeating my words in my head and thinking how she would interpret them. She claimed that she was in the room the entire time, but I could tell that something was bothering her. I'd gotten the book she wanted me to find, but that's not all I brought back. I had balloons and roses and teddy bears—everything you could give a woman after what she'd given to me last night. But nothing could ever compare to what she offered me last night. It was a night I would never forget. Willow brought me the kind of pleasure I didn’t think possible. I didn’t care that she’d completely drained me last night. I was happy to be of service to her