DANTE
"Cinnamon—" I reached for her again, desperate, feeling like I was drowning.
"DON'T!" She stepped back until she hit the wall, physically flinching from my touch as if I were toxic. "Don't touch me. Don't come near me. I can't—I need—"
She couldn’t finish. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest heaved with panic or grief or perhaps a mix of both.
I stood there, speechless and completely helpless.
How was I supposed to explain? Where would I even begin? My deception? The tangled web of lies and death that linked our families?
Marcus shouldn’t have been the one to tell her. I should've told her sooner. f**k me for waiting for the right time to tell her everything.
Marcus had been too quiet lately; I should have sensed he was planning something, should have predicted this very scenario.
