Dante’s POV
“She really is okay,” Clarissa said softly. “Reed just went in to see her for a minute.”
That made something ache in my chest. “She’s stronger than any of us.”
Clarissa managed a faint, watery smile. “Yeah… she always has been.”
I looked down the empty hallway where Reed had disappeared. “When he’s ready, I’ll apologize.”
She nodded. “He knows you’d take the damage instead of letting anyone else be hit. That’s why he trusted you in the first place.”
“We can’t let this go, Dante. What Nicho did—” she said, the once calm voice gradually having an angry tone.
The door creaked open, Reed stepped in, and the look on his face snapped my attention instantly. His eyes were wide, unfocused. His jaw was rigid like he was holding something back that threatened to tear its way out.
