Elodie's ankle was throbbing with a very sharp pain every time she put weight on it.
It was definitely twisted. Maybe worse.
Johnny was looking at her with that concerned expression, and something about it made her chest feel tight. Warm but also... sad. Because he cared. He actually cared.
And she could feel everyone else watching. Could practically hear their thoughts.
'She threw herself at him. She did it on purpose. And now she's hurt and it's her own fault.'
She glanced around without meaning to and saw the looks. Saw the judgment.
And Dante… Dante hadn't even bothered to make sure she was okay. Hadn't asked if she was hurt. Just pushed her away and went right back to his conversation like nothing had happened.
Like she was nothing.
The only person who actually gave a damn was
