Chapter 190

  Dante's POV

  The scent didn't fade.

  If anything, it wrapped tighter around my lungs, squeezing until I was half-convinced I'd choke on it. Roses. Amber. Rain-soaked earth. My wolf was clawing at the inside of my skin, pacing, snarling, demanding.

  She was here.

  I spun toward the celebration,...

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