Chapter Forty

"Be safe," and Dante's heart twisted in his chest. He knew she'd say the same to Gilgamesh or any of The Renegades. He wasn't unique; he didn't mean anything to her.

And he needed to accept it.

"Let's go," he gestured to Gilgamesh, and Gilgamesh walked ahead of him, a picture of composure.

"There's something else about this place you need to know," Gilgamesh stated without preamble, but Dante was tempted to roll his eyes.

"There's always something about this place that isn't anything new," Dante snapped at Gilgamesh without intending to. But he wasn't sorry at all.

"What crawled up your ass? Well, it doesn't matter. This is more important than you know. The being of the night, void, or whatever you call it, there's a way to decipher its source."

Dante looked at Gilgamesh to be sure his legs weren't being pulled.

"I'm listening," there was no trace of banter in his tone anymore, and Dante looked as resolute as he did the first day he found himself in The Graveyard.

"You're listening,