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Dante watches from behind his mask, the crowd murmuring around him. They don’t see what he sees. The anguish in her wrists, the way her feet betray exhaustion she doesn’t allow. She’s not just performing. She’s surviving.
And survival, he knows, is the most dangerous kind of art.
What is Lia running from? An abusive ex? A failed crime? A deal gone wrong?
Does someone else want to “collect” her too?
Is Dante protecting her—or caging her?








