Chapter 117 The Price Of Betrayal

• "If you think this is the end, you're sorely mistaken," Dante's words slithering through the air like poison presses weight onto my chest. His icy brightness clamps into mine, challenging me to resist him. But time is for action, not for anxiety.
• Max falls next to me; the blood covering his clothing is a terrible reminder of what is at risk. My thoughts whirl in a fog; I hardly see the surroundings. I only can concentrate on his faint breathing and his hand tightly clutching mine aches.
• "We have to move," I say, the desperation in my voice barely holding the terror developing in my chest.