OLEANDER
Dante.
That voice—I could never mistake it.
My eyes flew open just in time to see him grab Warren by the throat and slam him against the nearest wall. The impact cracked the stone. Then Dante threw him to the floor with a sickening crunch of bones.
But Warren sprang back up like nothing had happened, dashing toward his partner.
"Stay back or she dies!" the man beside me barked, tightening his grip around my throat. A cold blade pressed against my skin.
I gasped, eyes wide on the edge of the knife, then flicked my gaze to Dante. Then Hex.
Hex let out a low growl and took a step, but Dante held him back with one hand.
"She's useless to me. Kill her," Dante said flatly.
My heart skipped. Bastard. Even if he hated me, the least he could do was pretend I mattered.
Hex's jaw flexed, fists clenched, but he didn't move.
"Celina is my family. Protecting her comes first," Dante said, moving to help her up.
