POV: Dinah
I wait at the curb outside my apartment building.
It is a crumbling brick block in the Rogue District where the streetlights don't work and the air smells like garbage and desperation.
Cade arrives quickly. His black SUV looks like a spaceship landed in a junkyard.
He gets out and walks toward me and stops three feet away.
His eyes scan me from head to toe.
He sees the bruise blooming on my cheekbone, my split lip and the blood drying in my hair.
He frowns, inhaling swiftly and his nostrils flare.
He smells it. He smells the blood of my mother and sister on my clothes. He knows I got into a fight but he hardly looks concerned about my wounds and I have to admit that it hurts but I don’t let it bother me.
"What do you need me to do?" I ask and look away from his intense
