Chapter 64

"I felt a breeze strike soft upon my brow:

I felt a wing caress it, I am sure,

I sensed the sweetness of ambrosia."

-Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio

I looked back at the entrance to the pub, hesitating for a split second, thinking that Paul needed to know where I was going this time around. In the end I didn't want to waste my time and started running towards the alley where I saw Zara last. I didn't want to lose her, but at the same time I wasn't certain that it was actually her. The woman ahead had dark hair in a ponytail, leather jacket, and there was something sticking out of her back pocket. It was possibly the famous machete, but that annoying question kept popping in my head. Why would she let herself be exposed like that? What was she doing in this area so late at night?