A R I A N A

Dante’s grip on my arm was like iron, he held firmly like I was a criminal cut in the act.

He didn’t say a word.

He just pulled me through the park, away from Angelo who was still lying on the ground people were staring, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Dante, please,” I begged, trying to dig my heels into the grass. “Let go! You’re hurting me!”

He didn’t even look at me his face was a cold, the same face he had when he was beating Angelo, ...