“I’m not sorry, Dakota.” Her attention remained focused ahead while she felt the weight of his gaze burning into the side of her face. “I’m not sorry for what I did last night.” She finally gathered the courage to look at him. And it was like she was looking at midnight. Falling into it. Getting lost in it. A storm raged through his expression, and he scraped the back of his hand over his mouth like he was wiping away a bad taste. “I won’t apologize for hurting him when he hurt you.” His teeth ground. “I would have ended him if that’s what it required. Gladly.” Then he blew a puff of air
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