DANTE
A familiar ache settles in my chest as I stare at Raven. Her eyes shine with tears, and f**k—I want to tell her I’m sorry. I want to say something that will make this stop. But the words die before they reach my mouth.
My body locks for a second. Then I turn and leave.
I bolt out of the room, my steps uneven, my chest burning. The hallway is empty and quiet. I stop there, breathing hard, hating myself with every second that passes.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I stare down the corridor like it might answer me. I shouldn’t have seen her tonight. Maybe I shouldn’t see her at all. Maybe the kindest thing I can do is disappear from her life completely.
My head is in chaos. I rake a hand through my hair and stumble toward the stairs, needing a drink. Something to drown the noise,
