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Mina notices the same concern on Dagger that I do immediately.

Her eyes snap slowly between both of us.

Then back to Blair before he jaw drops.

“Oh my god,” she says faintly.

Neither of us answer.

Because honestly?

There’s no explanation on earth making this look less insane right now.

Dagger’s jaw flexes while he checks Blair’s pulse again.

Then his eyes cut sharply toward me.

“Where’s Dante’s guy?”

Gone.

We both know it instantly.

Still, I scan the crowd automatically anyway, eyes sweeping over flashing lights and moving bodies while adrenaline claws violently through my bloodstream.

Nothing.

No dark hoodie and no figure watching from the edge of the crowd.

Just chaos.

“Fuck,” Dagger mutters, scanning the crowd again. “He probably already called it in and is sitting back waiting to see what Dante wants done with the information.”

A cold pulse moves through my chest at that.

Because he’s probably right.

Mina points aggressively between both of us immediately.

“No. Absolutely not.” Mina points aggressively between both of us. “Why are you two acting like emotionally damaged mafia henchmen right now?”

“Because we need to leave,” Dagger says sharply.

“Okay well unfortunately I need at least twelve explanations and probably a therapist before we do that.”

“No time.”

Mina stares at him, then looks back down at Blair hanging unconscious between us while both our hands are still on her.

“Okay well we at the very least acknowledge that this is sick,” she mutters.

Dagger looks up immediately. “What?”

“You two?” She gestures wildly at all of us. “Seriously? Her dead sister’s ex-boyfriend and—” she points at Dagger now “—whatever emotionally constipated biker nightmare you are?”

Dagger blinks once.

“That’s kinda fucking rude.”