phin

a boy named Leo with eyes that still held a flicker of kindness. It w

glanced over his shoulder as if expecting Dante to mat

been absurd. Where Dante went, I went

life that was no longer mine. For the first time, I verbal

ople to be with," I said,

nding. He knew, as everyone now knew, that

, I had a

efore me, but his eyes were different. They were the eyes of a stranger, cold and dead. In hi

only have one way out," he said,

p, my body drenched in a cold sweat, the phan

t already knew. There was no gentle exit from this life. Dante would

his gifts from my closet. It wasn't enough. I had to erase everything. Every memo

se, intending to take it to the incinerator

she'd said. The sound died in their throats when the

. Without a word, he ripped the duffel bag from my grasp. I thought he would

did

uard at the door. "Burn it," he comma

nte turned back to me, his gaze sweeping over me wi

ed a decade of our hi

his tone leaving no room for argument. "It's

away with one hand and caging me with the other. H