nd of th

til she reache

op

e she

h machetes in their hand

ling to fall to the lower floor, bu

lows and cries of struggle not far awa

almost exposed, ap

Dante Hendricks's fingers, st

re?" he asked i

he added, holding back the pa

d you." Abigail

t the machete grazed his arm,

, he fell against the wall, the red of t

so intense it

. Money, anything, just don't hurt me." Abigail begg

ed the floor; she cou

an," one mocked, setting the machete aside

himpered, gripping

uld no

her. She needed to keep living

r gang member roared.

e machete ab

bigail let go of t

flo

d, reaching out hi

echoed

arching through the crowd,

?" he murmure

age truck stopped in th

er the spot wher

he asked in a low

le

aned over, and

ide the truck, holding the knif

Dante

alive," was

ightened. Without a word, she climbed down from the

aggering, leaving a tr

us and reached an

took out a bottle of disinfectant.

y, Dante watche

shed him to

Orabelle, that voice, that motion when she

Dante murmured

m briefly and continu

o cut my fingers off, I would not have

m, but the words

his so much?" Dante asked s

I will keep living," she a

daging his arm w

t wounds?" he frowned. "I wi

ng his own bandage. "I have no money, no time. Rich people like you can afford to fall an

derstand what game t

ed with a fu

en care of. I didn't know it would

she answered coldly. "I cannot

n to the bar?" he asked, thou

d to keep hea

nued. "Those gangsters

zzy, he fell to the side onto a pile of

the wound?" Abigail asked

id not

Forget it, su

she felt her wris

I will h

and bandaged h

ces, Dante as

epeated, her voi

e name was mixe

l. Ora

is head like an echo

gail asked, noticin

d not

brow; he had lo

I cannot pay the bill, I will only lea

ould be a problem, she

uthoritative voice

u done to Dan