38) Secrets That Save

While Dante made his way down a crumbling stone staircase, he tried to blink the blur from his vision, but only succeeded in throwing himself off balance and tumbling head over heels down the remaining steps before being dumped onto the floor. Dante’s groaning body rolled over as Talia tapped the toe of her heeled boot on the hollow floor. “Are you fucking serious?” The angry, frigid woman snarled before snapping her fingers and waving her hand at two guards standing by. “Pick him up for fuck’s sake,” she snapped and the two burly silent men jumped into action. Each guard slung one of Dante’s arms around their necks and stood him up, letting him lean on his human crutches. Talia slowly approached the swaying wolf and rolled her eyes when identical jugs dangled from each fist, “are you ever not drunk,” she asked with a hissing impatience and Dante let a gurgling laugh float o