DIMITRI'S POV

Neal gave me "the look," pure, undiluted terror.

"Is that some kind of joke?" He chuckled.

"Do I look like I am joking, Neal?" I retorted, my voice unwavering.

Neal's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape from the harsh reality I had just laid before him. "You can't be serious. Visiting Abigail is suicidal. What can you really do? At least Camille stands a chance to actually do something if the situation calls for it."

"I've already made up my mind," I said, ...