Dammit!

Without thinking, Dante ran down the hall, toward the stairs, down them, and out the school’s main door.

He ran and ran. He knew there was no escaping what he started, but he thought there was. There had to be.

Kate was going to tell Eve. Eve was going to dump him. Not even Eve could understand how he felt about her, and why he wanted more of her.

He never wanted to hurt her, but to get a better fix of his Eve.

He wanted her, but he messed up badly.

So he ran.