DANTE's POV
I continued holding her, the blood pulsing through my veins as she cried against my chest.
I had caused this, I thought to myself
I do not know how to handle the emotions running through me at the moment… the breath catching in my throat was enough proof that I cared about Francesca.
“You are going to be okay” I murmured into her hair, patting her back as I did.
I could feel her ragged breath and the shivers running through her spine as she quietened just a little bit.
It was at the tip of my tongue to confess to her about her brother but now was not the time to do so. I could not tell her no matter how much I wanted to because I needed him to do something for me. he was going to tell me who the bastard is that had given them the information on the location of my father a
