Chapter 18Dante
Sienna has been alone with the white woman for a long time. Or was it? Wasn’t it barely fifteen minutes? Dante couldn’t tell anymore. He was sitting on a solitary bench, not too far away from the singing choir he heard on his way in. Raphael was pacing around and causing a draft like a living pendulum.
Dante looked at his hands for a while and the more he looked, the more he could see the life energy pulse through his skin, to the tip of every digit and back to the body. At least, he thought this was life energy. He didn’t know what else to call it. He had seen it before in other living beings. It was something that connected everything that took a breath on this earth.
That white woman had stopped his life force.
Only for a moment, but she effectively neutralized him.
