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I can still see the blood and smoke. The way Dante moves through them like they're mannequins. Three seconds, and they're down.
I can still hear it. Still see everything like a vivid dream, and it makes my stomach twist.
The phone in my bag buzzes. I'd forgotten it was even still in there, buried under the mess and chaos. My hand fumbles inside, reaching for the cracked device.
Unknown number.
My stomach sinks with guilt. The phone was the reason they found us. I was the reason they found us.
Even so... I can't stop myself. My fingers tremble as I swipe it open.
Your father wants you back. Come back, Lila.
A chill runs through me. Of course he doesn't bother texting me himself. My father doesn't text. He commands. Orders. Threats. This is one of his men, typing the words for him.
Suddenly, Dante's hand is in front of my face, snatching the phone from mine. His jaw locks.
"Idiot move," he growls.
Without warning, he smashes the phone against the nearest war. Shards shatter across the floor.
"We'll get you a new one," he says flatly.
I nod quickly, still in shock of what he did.
...
He didn't see the message. Not by the way he threw it against the wall as soon as it was in his hand.
And I'm not going to tell him.
Because if he knows what kind of men my father is, he won't think I'm worth saving.