Angel’s POV

My head began to spin. Not only was my mom raped, drugged, and held captive, but now her blood was being used for sinister purposes. “I…I need to sit down,” I stammered, clutching Dante’s shirt for support. He guided me to one of the metal, black chairs in the room. Concern filled both his and Noah’s eyes. I could tell that Noah wanted to comfort me, but he knew better.

That wasn’t his job anymore, but I still appreciated the comfort he provided me in ...