Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Until he shall have driven her back to Hell,”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
The muscles in my legs were starting to burn. Panic punched a hole in my chest as I struggled to breathe. The A’rea was in the ballroom, trying to tap into my demonic DNA. I still had a chance. I could turn around and run, but a second later all the doors were slammed shut, and the floor seemed to roll under my feet. Anticipating danger was part of my instinct, but I had a feeling that this time around, I was in real s**t.
She smelled of arsenic and rotten flesh. Her gaze dropped to my chest, and a fresh dose of excitement and anticipation drifted through her veins. Her eyes met mine again and she wasn’t moving, just standing several meters away. She wasn’t even trying to hide her tr
