DANTE
I watched from the side, my fingers curling into fists as Oliver trailed his knuckles down Seraphina’s trembling thigh. She was blindfolded, bound, and utterly vulnerable—exactly how she should be. Exactly how she deserved to be for the past two years while I took the fall because of her.
If it weren’t for my age, my best friends and I would still be in prison for a long time. For a crime that we didn’t commit.
Because there was nothing to prove our innocence. No one, except the girl who had vanished like a ghost. And another one who now lay helpless before me. My stepsister. The girl who pointed fingers and watched our lives crumble with one f*****g accusation.
That day, I took the blame to spare my best friends. I hadn’t been eighteen yet so I decided to save my best friend
