DANTE
I checked my watch seventeen times in the last hour.
"Is she here yet?" I asked Tate for what had to be the millionth time, keeping my voice carefully neutral.
He didn't even look up from his tablet. "You asked me three minutes ago. The answer hasn't changed."
I turned back to my computer screen, pretending to be doing something.
Guilt gnawed my insides.
I should have checked the door immediately when Thessa had wandered over during our dance. Should have asked her more questions instead of just assuming she was being curious. By the time I'd reviewed the security footage and I'd seen Cinnamon standing there, hope and hurt warring on her face, she was already gone.
I'd been trapped after Tate left. Dove needed me. I couldn't abandon her to chase after Cinnamon.
I'd wanted to.
