Chapter 56

Dante’s headaches started two days ago.

At first, I thought they were just from stress or exhaustion. After everything he’s been through, who wouldn’t feel overwhelmed? But when he told me the pain was sharp—pounding like drums echoing in a stone chamber—and that strange images came with it each time, I knew something was wrong.

“I see flashes,” he said yesterday, rubbing his temples with tremblin