The gunshot is so loud it feels like it splits my head open.
Blood hits Camelia's face. She screams a full, ripped-out scream. Her daughter starts crying instantly, high and panicked.
Chaos erupts as more gunshots fill the air.
People shove past me. Someone falls. The crowd were scrambling for their lives.
I don't know which direction to look.
My body was vibrating.
I had no idea if I was already dead.
But then I saw him.
Dante.
He took slow steps towards me.
Walking in the midst of the chaos like he had all the time in the world.
I didn't move.
I could hardly breathe.
His eyes held nothing more than emptiness as he stared at me . As if this is nothing more than another inconvenience in his night.
The man who aimed the gun at my head lies behind him, skull split open, blood pooling beneath him like dark ink spreading across stone.
Dante doesn't look at the body.
His gaze remains on me.
He stops in front of me.
His fingers move once and the ropes fall.
