Chapter 29: Apocalypse at Duraand
Dante pushed open Helena’s apartment door without a word.
She stumbled inside, silent, her face soaked with tears she no longer bothered to wipe away.
Milo was dead. Lexie too—at least that’s what she still believed.
And her ? She hadn’t been able to do anything, nothing, but cry.
Dante lingered in the doorway. His scarlet eyes locked onto Helena with an emptiness, so cold it felt cruel.
He had long lost the ability to feel anything but rage—and he knew it.
Not a word, not a breath, just that expressionless stare.
Helena collapsed onto the couch. She let out a voiceless scream, fist pressed against her mouth.
Then she saw the knife—on the kitchen table. A dark thought crossed her mind. She sprang to her feet and grabbed the blade.
— "Milo is dead... Lexie is dead... Nash is dead... and I’m still alive ? WHY ME ?!" she screamed.
Dante didn’t move. He just watched her, silent—like he was waiting for her to figure it out on her own.