Dante's POV
We f****d up!
And not just a little f**k-up. I mean, royally, epically, what-the-hell-were-we-thinking kind of f****d up.
Standing in that sterile hospital room, with Raven pale and motionless, was like staring at the consequences of every damn choice we made since she stepped foot in Velmora. Our father looked halfway relieved—like a weight had finally been lifted from his cursed shoulders—but none of us were celebrating. How could we?
She was our f*****g step sister.
The one we bullied, ignored, pushed around like she was some human toy we could throw into our games and walk away unscathed. But she wasn’t just a girl. No, she was the goddamn key to the only thing we’ve ever feared more than death….our curse.
And we treated her like trash.
I leaned against the white wal
