Chapter 227

Jenna stirred as Dante shook her shoulder. “Jenna, wake up. We’re leaving.”

She blinked, groggy, and pushed off the paint-stained blanket. For a second, she froze, disoriented—then Dante’s face came into view, and it all came rushing back.

“We’ve got to go,” Dante said, tucking the guns into his waistband. He eased the shed door open and glanced outside. The sky was pale blue, the sun just start