Chapter 62

"Thus every nature moves across the tide

of the great sea of being to its own port,

each with its given instinct as its guide."

-Dante Alighieri, Paradiso

The heat stung my skin. I felt it in the marrow of my bones, spreading quickly everywhere. Unknown voices were calling me down to hell, and I wished that I'd made different decisions a couple hours ago. The large hole filled with fire spread in front of me. The Watchers had won. They couldn't wait to report to Berith that they caught a mongrel trying to illegally enter the underworld. Daniel was hoping that he would rise in the ranks, and his mate only wanted to see me dead.

"No, you can't!" Zach shouted, suddenly growing a conscience. "This is inhuman. Let her go."