Delilah's POV
"We know," Dante said while his eyes dropped to my lips. "We know it's wrong and forbidden and we should walk away right now. But I can't do it anymore, Delilah. I can't keep pretending I don't want you."
"Neither can I," Mateo said while his hand came up to brush my hair back from my shoulder, and the touch made me shiver. "We're done fighting this."
I should tell them no. I should be the rational one and walk away before this went any further.
But rational Delilah had died somewhere between having her last photo of Dad destroyed and finding her escape money stolen. The girl standing here now was someone else entirely, someone broken and reckless and tired of being good.
"You tortured me for months," I said while my voice came out stronger than I felt. "You destroyed ev
