I was hesitating and he somehow knew it. This wasn't the first time I'd felt Dante could read my mind. It was similar with Mr. Xavier, though I knew for a fact he could. It was uncanny how he determined what I needed before I had a clue.

Tonight, I was about to party with a group of teenagers and do something entirely normal for my age. I never did normal. I opened the door and peeked out. Dante smiled.

“Come on.”

He'd dressed in sweats and a T-shirt. I missed the ...