Chapter 23 Twenty Two

• A chilly breeze swept across the rooftop where Thane and Dante stood, overlooking the bustling city below, and the only thing that could be heard was the exhaust pipe sounds from overspeeding cars.
• “You think Bridget told her?” Thane asked dryly.
• He sat slumped in a wheelchair with a cast which supported his neck, keeping his head upright, and small plasters dotted his face, covering the remnants of his injuries. Overall, he still looked pale and sickly, and one could tell he was still recovering.