Hey, Dante." I smiled happily as I sat next to him but I got a grim glance in return. I had forgotten about what had happened to him the other day.

"I'm sorry," I uttered finally breaking the minute of silence between us. Dante finally looked up.

"No, I'm sorry. It's my fault, not yours." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm just angry that you got out of it and she couldn't."

There was pain in his eyes.

"I almost didn't." I pointed to the bandage on my neck from where Ace had put the knife.

"I knew he wouldn't do it." Dante rolled his eyes, no longer wearing his...