Part of her desperately tried to make excuses for Gabe. Maybe he was fatigued or Death had done something to him. She debated what to do. She knew where Gabe was allegedly taking her, but she couldn’t outrun or fight a demon or an assassin or anything else chasing her through the underworld. She’d need help.
She squinted into the jungle, trying to see Andre again. This time, he wasn’t there.