Trip To Hell
Dante.
As I made my way out toward the car I could feel the realization expand inside my chest that this might be the last time I’ll walk out here.
That may have just been the last slap my sister would ever give me, and, as I peered over the hood of the car, might be the very last time I’d see my men together in one place.
Minus Dominic, of course, who I refused to allow to take part of this fight. He was strong, but we needed him to be able to move if he needed to get out of the fight.
His wheelchair would only cripple him, and could ultimately cost his life.
Though, chances were it would regardless snuff out a few even those capable of moving around easily, as it was.
Besides, if we all went down, we needed one man around to look out for Ana and Lisa.
My chest constricted. Our initial plan was to find and take back Azalea, even if Drakan had turned her, but the reality was at the end...If we closed in on him and his army of creatures, undead and hybrids alike,, all hell would break l
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