DAXTON POV
I was beyond pissed off. The second I read Sam’s text, my blood boiled. *Val’s spilling now,* he’d written. *Maria’s on the verge of a panic attack.* What the actual f**k? The timing couldn’t have been worse. Of course, Val decided to crack when neither Henry nor I was home, leaving Maria to deal with this s**t on her own. My gut churned with guilt and anger as I slammed my laptop shut and bolted from the library.
I barely took the time to breathe as I stalked down the hallway, searching for Henry’s class. When I finally found him, he was at the back of the room, half-listening to the professor. One glance at my face, and he knew something was wrong.
“We need to go,” I said, keeping my voice low but firm.
Henry didn’t even hesitate. He was out of his seat and following
