Chapter 64

• But as I moved through the passage, lights flickered on, illuminating my path, just like when we used to escape from the old mansions. But no, I couldn’t do that to Danielle. I couldn’t leave her at the mercy of those two animals, and even though Salvatore’s life was even more important, I couldn’t be that treacherous bitch who abandoned her while saving myself—especially when she had agreed to come with me from Rockford.
• I had already gone about three meters in when guilt overpowered my desperate need to get out of that damned place. So, I turned back.
• I kissed Hope’s forehead, grateful that she was still sleeping soundly against my chest, wrapped securely in the sling, and I hurried back to the kitchen. I closed the passage and, with every demon imaginable clawing at me and pain overflowing inside, I opened the kitchen door.