Chapter 82

Dante:

I closed the man’s mouth before digging the knife deep in his neck, turning it inside, making sure he felt every angle of the blade before shoving it toward the other end. I pulled it when I was sure that he was choking on his own blood, staring at him as his body hit the ground as he died.

I knew, and could tell that there were more than just twenty-five men; however, I didn’t really care at this point. We were mostly following the directions Caspian gave us as they hid, waiting for me. The number of dead bodies made my chest ache, and the smell of burning flesh gave an irritating sensation; however, for now, I had no time to dwell over that. I had to make sure that those who were alive actually made it out alive.

“We’re here” Aurora said, speaking into her phone. A door opened, it was one that was hidden under the grass, so people would actually walk over it and not notice them. The smell of burning flesh, blood, and fire hid their scents. Men and women walked out, and I