The weight of Dante’s arms around me was crushing, yet I clung to him as if he were the only solid thing left in a world splintering apart. My heart raced so hard it felt like it might break free from my chest, each thud a wild scream of alive, alive, alive.

But alive didn’t mean safe.

The dead lay sprawled across the hall, blood spreading in slick pools beneath the rusted catwalks. The metallic tang of it clung to the air, bitter and choking. My stomach twisted, bile threatening. I forced my eyes away from the carnage and back to the man who caused it.

Dante was a sight...