Chapter 145

The others are halfway up the stairs now, their voices echoing in the stairwell. Killian is being carried between two men. Grit is still beside me, looking like he’s about to hurry me along, but I step away from him before he can speak.

I walk toward Dante instead.

He sees me coming.

His eyes follow me, tracking my movement with the sluggish awareness of someone barely conscious. Blood trickles fr