KNOX
I couldn't push Celina away fast enough, and I knew Varg had everything to do with my delayed reaction.
He wanted me to be caught. Why, I couldn't tell. I didn't understand how his twisted mind worked.
Dante stood at the threshold, a deep frown etched into his face. His gaze moved from me to Celina, then to Cameron, before returning to me.
My eyes drifted from the questions swirling in his expression to the fabric drenched in blood around his hand. For a moment, I forgot he was even in the room, my heart pounding unevenly as one thought slammed into me.
Oleander.
What did he do to her?
The memory of him kicking her, forcing her awake earlier, echoed in my head. Nauseating possibilities crowded my thoughts.
He killed her.
No.
I shook my head sharply. I didn't want to believe he'd gone that far. He needed her. He wouldn't kill her. Not yet.
"What the hell is going on here?" Dante's growl snapped me out of my spiral.
