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Liana’s POV

I didn’t speak a word during the car ride home. The silence in the back of the sleek black sedan was heavy, suffocating, yet oddly welcome. Dante had vanished like a shadow after cornering me, disappearing into the chaotic throng of students as abruptly as he’d appeared. And I was t...