Page 133 of Inferno

And I doubt we’ve hit the worst yet.

As my eyes flutter closed, all I can hear is the Irish voice from the last room.

I’m not losing my mind. He called me a good girl, and it was exactly how I remember.

A coincidence?

A high? The sweet room. I could have been drugged, possibly.

I pinch the skin of my arms; I’m fine.

His presence sparked me to life.

And he has a link to Enzo, I’ve seen it with my own eyes in Italy. My heart starts to pound. What if?

Shaking my head. There is no damn way fate can do this to me.

And what are the chances of him being in Pennsylvania?

Or are they lying to me? I could be anywhere. I was knocked the hell out.

Jumping out of bed, I pace the room, hearing the guards mumbling outside my door. Heading over, I quietly lean in and rest my ear on the door.

“Dangerous. Right.” One lets out a deep chuckle.

Are they talking about me?

I think about Jimmy, that soothing, deep voice.

I hope one day I can find him and tell him how his memory kept me alive all these years. Although I’m not sure how the hell I explain my participation in the games.

If I lose, I’ll never get a chance to tell a soul anyway.

This time the monsters are waiting behind a locked door for me, rather than sleeping beside me.

For now, I can rest.

When I rise, I finish this.

I fight to get my life back. And I guess, come face to face with ghosts.

Chapter 50

DECLAN

Iprowl the dimly lit bar inside Inferno, the stale smell of beer and sweat clinging to the air, feeling like a caged beast.

The private bar inside is on the top floor and requires an extensive security check that Enzo has installed. Fingerprints, retina, the works.

This is where the business happens.

The fun happens below us.

Finally the doors open. A perplexed Finn and a relaxed Conan stroll through. Conan beelines towards the bar and starts pouring our drinks.

“Talk, Dec,” Finn presses, taking a seat at the bar.

I shake my head and hold up my finger, downing my scotch first.

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