Flames of War

Dante

The sound of the blast shredded the night air before my brain could catch up.

One second, the smell of gunfire and smoke hung in the air; the next, flames engulfed the right side of the house in a wall of fire.

"Vittoria!"

Her name was torn from my throat like a wound.

I ran. Heat hit first, punching me with the force of a blow as I smashed through the smoke. Shards of glass rained down from