Cornered Prey

SERAFINA

But then, instinct cuts through the haze, a voice deep inside me screams: Dante… I have to protect him. I have to get him out of here.

Despite the tears, despite the fear, I push myself forward. Every nerve in my body screams, but that instinct, the one pulling me toward Dante, won’t let me stop. This isn’t over. Not yet.

I start crawling up, crawling toward the direction of the stairs. E