KNOX
Dante's head lifted, his eyes moving from Celina's face to mine. His jaw clenched. For a moment, I thought he was going to respond to me, but instead, he gave a curt nod and turned his attention back to Celina, waiting.
Celina looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and then launched into her story. I couldn't peel my gaze away from her. There was something about the way she looked at me that unsettled me.
A fire burned in her eyes, one I had never seen before, even through her grief.
"I saw him," she said, her voice trembling. "He was shot. He died." She pointed at me. "I swear this isn't a joke, Dante. He can't leave this pack house."
"He's not," Dante answered calmly, cutting her off before I could speak.
He guided Celina toward the examination table and helped her sit. "Don't worry your pretty head over him, okay?"
Celina shook her head, panic flashing across her face. "He's going to die, Dante!"
