Dos’s Point of View
I walked out of Finn’s apartment in a haze, my chest burning like someone had caged fire inside my ribs. June wasn’t there. She was with Daniel.
Daniel.
The name alone felt like poison on my tongue. My fists ached from clenching too hard. The thought of him anywhere near June — touching her, speaking to her, manipulating her — made my blood boil.
I couldn’t lose her. Not again.
Without wasting another second, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. My hand hovered over a name I hadn’t called in for weeks. Laz.
If there was one person outside Rosa Sangre who still had my back, it was him.
The line rang twice before his rough voice answered. “Dos? Damn it, why are you calling now? You know how dangerous this is?”
“I don’t care about the risk,” I sn
