Chapter Twenty-Two
“That beast—you cry out at the very sight—lets no one through who passes on her way. She blocks their progress; and there they all die.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
“How did you know where to find me, Ronan?” I asked, after I opened my eyes and realised that the car was moving through the busy motorway. My hair was plastered to my face and my back hurt every time I moved. The dried blood was stuck to my shirt, but I was ignoring the fact that at some point I was going have to get it off.
It was a hell of a relief that Alexis wasn’t tracking me down. She had proven way too many times that she was much stronger than I thought.
I had no idea how Ronan knew that I needed his help. He had been missing for some time, or that’s what he wanted everyone to believe.
