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Chapter 14 - Hope.
Dante POV The next day, I woke up refreshed, and certainly curious as to why my eyes changed color, and as to what was going on with this f*****g curse. I made my way to the dining room, knowing that Mia would be at the common cafeteria with her duties and that Tobiah and company would be detained at the reformation compound for at least one more week. Breakfast was uneventful, and when Liona came up to serve our food I could notice Desmond stiff a little. I have no idea why, but I felt like something was going on there, and I made a mental note to ask him later. “Des, need a favor…” I pinched the bridge of my nose, and took a deep breath. “Shoot… need another not-date idea?” He chuckled, “No, i***t… I need to find every single prophecy, script, or piece of information about m
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