The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

help tomorrow.
Dante looked toward the apartment.
May I come in?
Lily was awake on the living-room rug, stacking plastic cups.
She saw him through the doorway.
Her face became serious.
Dante.
It was the first time she had said his name.
His eyes closed briefly.
I stepped aside.
He entered without guards.
Lily held up a blue cup.
Blue.
Dante crouched several feet continue reading …