[Bianca]
It had been two days since Dante told me not to leave the house. Two days of pacing from room to room, trying not to stare at the spot on the kitchen counter where that box had sat.
And on the third day?
He simply got up, got dressed, and told me we were going to work together. No explanation. No mention of Malcolm's head anymore. No questions about how I'd been sleeping, which I had barely, thank you.
It was almost like the scene hadn't happened.
Sometimes, I couldn't tell what Dante was thinking. Still, I knew one thing: he hadn't taken that threat lightly. Malcolm had been with him since he was just a kid. There was no way a loss like that didn't shake something inside him. He was just... holding it somewhere deep. Letting it ferment.
I was still trying to decide if that
