Riley's POV

The moment Dalia grabbed my arm and told me not to, everything inside me rebelled.

I stared at the little girl again because there was no way I could just ignore a bleeding child like that. She was sitting on the ground with her small hands shaking and her mouth stained with blood, and she looked at me like she could actually see me, like she knew I was there and needed help. My chest tightened so badly that it hurt.

“What do you mean don’t?” I whispered, trying to pull my arm free, but Dalia’s grip tightened and her face became very serious in a way I...