Laura's lungs burned as she pushed through the dense forest. The wound on her leg throbbed with each step, but she couldn't slow down. Not with Dante so close behind.

The trees thinned ahead, and Laura's heart sank as she burst into a clearing. She skidded to a stop, pebbles scattering beneath her feet.

A cliff edge.

She'd run right to the edge of a cliff with a waterfall thundering down beside it. The drop was at least fifty feet to the churning river below.

"No, no, no," Laura whispered, turning to find another path.

Too late.

Dante emerged from the trees, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths....