Chapter 44

**Ronan**

The rubble scrapes my arms raw as I claw through a twisted mess of rebar and concrete that refuses to give an inch. Dante is beside me, just as desperate, both of us coated in dust and blood and still pushing forward. Every groan of shifting debris is a warning and a promise; either they’re alive under there, or we’re too late. “Sloane!” I shout again, coughing as my voice kicks up more