Drio pulled me off. "He's breathing." He lay his hand on Ro's head. "He's breathing," he said, quieter.

I beat on Drio's chest, lost to the wild fury whipping through my blood. "Why didn't you have his back?"

"Cosa?"

"That's it, isn't it?" I snarled. "You and him. You screwed up with him before and he got hurt."

Drio grabbed my wrists and pushed me away. "You - " He dropped his head, almost deflating, then shook himself off and picked up one of the hand ...