"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry," I whisper, breaking the silence that's been eating me alive. "I shouldn’t have gone with them. But I was worried about Alessio... it’s because of me."
"What do you mean by that?" Dante’s voice is low, calm, but it holds a sharp edge.
"I just wanted to spend some time with Mara. When I started talking to her, she had a panic attack. I think it messed with Alessio."
"What did you say to her?" His eyes narrow slightly.
"I told her about Isabella... my twin sister. I was just trying to relate, to make her feel less alone. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry, Dante."
He doesn’t answer, just pulls me against his chest, strong arms locking me in place. "It’s not your fault. Stop feeling guilty."
"Maybe she didn’t like what I said. Maybe she doesn’t lik
