[Diego’s POV]
I stand outside, breathing in the air, in an attempt to clear the smell of blood and decay from my nose. Chanel, who stands beside me, keeps her gaze fixed on me, and when I can’t take it anymore, I let my eyes meet hers.
“What?” I demand. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What do you plan on doing with Anthrose?”
Flinching, I remember the miserable man inside the barracks who looks as if he has seen much and find my mind wandering. Why was he even there to start with? Especially after he up and left the way he did.
“Why should I care?” I respond, trying to keep the betrayal I feel from bubbling to the surface. “Anthrose stopped being my problem long ago.”
For a moment, Chanel doesn’t speak as her eyes examine my face, looking for some sign that I’m not being seri
