“Would you really level that accusation knowing it would have been what saved the woman you call your best friend?” My gaze flies to Dain, and a silent, damning moment passes. It’s a simple question, and yet I find myself holding my breath for his answer. What do I really mean to him? “There are…rules.” Dain tilts his chin to look Xaden in the eyes.
oh Dain....nooo...You're a piece of shit...fuck... now I get why instagram hates you....
