Elira's POV

The move!

Before I could say a word, Valen and Sierra were elevated in the air, “stop it!” I screamed. “Goddamn it! Stop it!”

With a loud creak, the mechanism was suspended in the air, higher than before while Valen wailed, and Sierra — she was paler than before.

“Do you know where that leads to, Elira?” Dante's voice echoed, “the altar, their blood will be spilled there.”

“I looked up,” and just ahead, there were two pairs of sharp blades. My throat tightened and fear crawled underneath my skin, hot and burning.

No. I couldn't let that happen. I was going to save them.

I had to....