I hurry down the stairs and step closer to Dante, my bare feet silent on the cool floor amid the shuffle of the others. The room's energy shifts around us, but my focus narrows to him—the way his chest rises and falls too sharply, the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He's unraveling, thread by thread, and I can't let that happen. Not when I know how to fix it."Dante," I murmur, keeping my voice low so only he hears. "Do we have time for a quick shower?"His eyes snap to mine, surprise flickering there. He glances at the clock on the wall, then back at me. "Yeah. We've got a few minutes before Danika's back."I don't hesitate. My hand wraps around his forearm, firm but gentle, and I tug him toward the stairs. He stumbles a step, caught off guard, but follows as I lead him up, away from the chaos below."What are you doing?" he asks, his voice a rough whisper once we're out of earshot."Turning you off," I say simply, glancing over my shoulder. "Yo
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