Dante’s POV
I didn’t recognize the number when my phone buzzed. For a moment, I considered ignoring it, too many reporters had been trying to reach me since the incident at the hospital. But something in my chest tugged, and I answered.
“Dante.”
The voice was low, rough around the edges, like someone who had been running or hiding.
“Reed?” I straightened immediately. Clarissa looked up from the couch, reading my expression before I could speak.
“It’s me,” he said, exhaling shakily. “Listen, I didn’t leave the hospital because I was paranoid or ungrateful. Someone traced my location. I was told there was going to be an attack. On me and on my wife. I had to move fast.”
The room tilted for a moment. “What? When? Reed,why the hell didn’t you call sooner?”
“I couldn’t take a risk,” he s
