(April’s POV)
Our departure was fun.
Yeah, that was sarcasm. Fun is probably the last thing our departure from Rome was. Dante’s little pack wasn’t exactly the most cooperative group in the world, so what should've taken us maybe two hours turned into five.
By the time we got to our planes I was tired, my feet hurt, I was starving, and I was cranky as h*ll. And as if that wasn’t bad enough? When we finally did get to our plane, Father Bridges spent hours asking us all kinds of questions about what happened.
We’d gone over the whole thing so many times now we could recount those events in our sleep. Which I wish I was doing right now. “Father? It’s like I said four times already. We were chasing after our prey and ran right-over the mine. When it went off. I was blasted into a boulde
