Chapter Twenty Three
Nina’s POV
I do not scream.
I do not cry.
I just close the door to Dante’s room very gently, as if noise will make it worse.
My whole body feels wrong.
My legs are shaking.
My chest is tight, like someone tied a rope around my ribs and is pulling hard.
I can still see it.
Isabela on her knees in front of him.
Her head moving.
Dante’s hand in her hair.
His jaw locked.
His eyes shut.
My throat burns. My eyes sting. I taste metal, like blood, but I know I am not bleeding. It is inside.
I turn away from the door and walk.
One step.
Then another.
Then another.
The hallway swims a little. The lights are too bright. The air feels too thin.
I wrap my arms around myself and keep my head down. If I look up, I might run back and scream at them both. If I stay,
