25
DANTE
She’s alive.
My heart raced in a steady staccato of reassurance that did absolutely nothing to relieve the cold terror that gripped me in its icy embrace.
My breath blew ragged although I was sitting down next to Savanna and hadn’t exerted myself in any way. I leaned forward roughly, placing my glass of water so that it clacked on the glass coffee table.
Fantasies about gigantic explosions, taking out entire buildings, tossing the bodies of our enemies into the sky like plastic army men burst across the screen of my mind. The only problem, whoever ordered Pete’s death, was an unknown. One thing was certain, more violence was on the way.
“I need you to call your aunt. Tell her to pack for a warm climate for a couple weeks. Let her know you can’t explain right now, but we
