Chapter 30 I Don't Run Anymore, I Shoot

• "Dante, cover me."
• I didn’t need to say more. He looked at me. Just that. A quick glance loaded with history, with war, with broken promises and a love so fierce it hurt. Then he nodded, without a word, and handed me his secondary gun.
• There were no doubts anymore. I was no longer the girl who needed protection. No longer the key. I was the threat now. And he knew it. And he loved it. And he let me burn.