Chapter 37

Alessio

Chiara’s blood has pooled on the seat, splattered all over my shirt. Her skin is cold, and her chest is perfectly still and steady.

I stagger back to the driver’s seat in horror, unstrapping her from the chair and heaving her into my arms before kicking the door open.

As I get out of the broken jeep, I look around me and see that we’re stuck in the forest. There’s no sign of anyone anywhere, not even the road that we got off from. It’s dark here, and it feels as though we just ended up in a different dimension entirely.

It's cold. My breath is fogging up in front of me, but it's nothing compared to the freezing sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.

It's probably best to set down Chiara, but I can't. I don't even want to take a break from wandering around to check her pulse. I just choose to think that she's alive and just weakened terribly, than face the possibility of her being gone.

This is the only thing keeping me going right now.

Gritting my teeth, I retrace the trac