Echoes of the Crosshair
“Hold me,” Dante’s voice was urgent, breath shaky. “Just hold me.”
I staggered forward to his arms, heart hammering.
“Dante!” I cried, voice trembling.
He pushed me against him, gaze riveted on the smashed glass.
“Is Sofia safe?” His voice cracked.
“Sleep,” I whispered soothingly. “She’s sleeping upstairs.”
He exhaled shakily, relief and remorse mixing.
“I thought I…” His breath caught. “I don’t know.”
I kissed his neck. “You didn’t fail.”
Minutes earlier...
We heard that shot—the one that broke glass and nearly fractured our worlds. Silence ensued. Heartbeats thumped in my mind.
I rushed upstairs, Dante on my heels.
“Sofia!” We discovered her shaking in her bed, white-lipped yet breathing. A chunk of glass lay on the floor.
“My door was op
