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~WILLOW~ Dante wasn't saying anything, and my heart kept sinking at the look on his face. Was he that happy to see her? Was he truly going to do as she asked? I knew his heart still belonged to her. But I was sure I meant more to him than this. Was I wrong? Did Dante have zero feelings for me as Cassius suggested? I didn't want him to be right but I couldn’t ignore the signs in front of me. He looked like he was enchanted by her. I knew this wasn't the real Anya. I knew it was a fake. Cassius didn't have enough time or the blood needed to resurrect Anya. He needed the blood of Autumn and Clarissa along with his, and then he needed something that belonged to Anya. At least, that's what I heard him say. It could have all been lies to mess with my emotions. He loved messing with pe