THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
Dante sprang to his feet and ran to June, grabbing her as the floor started to vanish beneath them.
“June! We have to go!” he yelled.
The First Baker dissolved, her white hair turning to seeds on the wind. “You’ve ruined everything!” she screamed. “If no one sits at the Table, the darkness comes for all! You killed the universe to save your friends!”
“The universe can bake its own bread now!” June shouted.
Everything collapsed.
June tumbled through a tunnel of green leaves and red blood. She squeezed Dante’s hand—solid, real, warm.
They landed hard in the grass, back in Nigeria. The sun was up. The flour was gone. The Delivery Boy was gone. Only the wooden box remained, full of real, living