Chapter 34

"Until he shall have driven her back to Hell,"

-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy

The muscles in my legs were starting to burn. Panic punched a hole in my chest as I struggled to breathe. The A'rea was in the ballroom, trying to tap into my demonic DNA. I still had a chance. I could turn around and run, but a second later all the doors were slammed shut, and the floor seemed to roll under my feet. Anticipating danger was part of my instinct, but I had a feeling that this time around, I was in real shit.