And just like that, Dante voiced my greatest fear. I'd always worried that we wouldn't be able to defeat Rector, even in his weakened state, but I now realized that was the least of our worries. Because Dante was right - there wasn't enough of us to fight Rector, his coven, and an entire vampire army.
I was going to lose everyone I loved, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Everything I'd fought so hard for was going to be taken from me. I abruptly stood, raced toward the door, and flung it open. I barged past everyone standing guard, ran upstairs and straight outside. I gulped fresh air so fast I choked on it.
Coughing, I doubled over, tears streaking my face. We were all doomed. How were any of us going to survive this?
"Chloe." Trent gently turned me toward him, wrapping his arms around me.
I clung to him and sobbed. "He's known this whole time," I said around hiccups and sniffles.