Dante POV
Lilly’s still shaking, her lip swollen and split, hair tangled and wild from the fight. She looks like a complete mess, holding onto Callum as if she might collapse without his support.
Callum’s eyes meet mine, and I can see the fury there too. But there’s something else—something softer, more protective, as he holds Lilly close. “You’re alright, Lilly,” he whispers, brushing a hand through her messy hair, trying to soothe her.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. “Lilly, I’m sorry,” I mutter, knowing full well this could have been avoided if I hadn’t switched places with Callum. If I hadn’t fallen asleep on the damn job.
Lilly sniffles, her voice barely a whisper as she speaks into Callum’s chest. “It’s not your fault, Dante.”
Callum holds her ti
