Chapter 34 Thirty-four

• Pain rips through me like nothing I've ever felt before. The helicopter blades whir overhead, the noise drowning everything except my screams. Dante's face hovers above mine, his features tight with worry.
• I want to hate him. I should hate him. But right now, all I can think about is Matteo, coming too soon into this world of lies and betrayal.
• "Breathe, Ava," Dante says, his hand gripping mine. "We're almost there."