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River grimaced. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I've made it through worse."

I couldn't translate the look they shared, but River finally nodded once.

Ophelia took my hand, and led me back down the hallway. "Let's finish this."

"Everyone, get back in line!" Liv yelled, as we headed away with our group of guards.

After the hell Callum had just put them through, no one said a word as they followed the command.

twenty-six

OPHELIA

Jazz and River brought us and our entourage food a few hours later.

I was too nauseous from the pain to be hungry, but Dante refused to let me go back to work until I'd taken a few bites and gotten a little water down. So, I did.

I was even more nauseous when I went back to unweaving afterward. The water and the food I'd eaten made a reappearance soon enough, and Dante reluctantly agreed that I should wait to eat until I felt like I could.

Hours passed.

The prisoners were gone, and our people had swept the floor a dozen times, making completely sure the place was empty. I'd passed someone installing security cameras at one point, even though River and I would be locking the place down with a little magic. The fae would follow the magic with cement.

Liv and Niall brought us tacos and coffee, at some point. Dante said it was dinnertime, but it felt later.

I was dizzy enough to force myself to take a few more bites.

My well of magic was refilling faster than I expected. I was going to be really fucking powerful, when everything was said and done.

I had dreaded that power when I first built the prison, but I wasn't afraid of it anymore. Not really.

"I know you don't want to hear this, but I think we need to call it a night and come back in the morning," Dante said into my mind, while I struggled to eat.

"I'm not going to want to come back after we go home."

"Your pain is getting worse, Angel."

Yeah.

It was.

"And you have at least twelve hours left. Probably more like fifteen. With breaks, even if you don't stop, we're not leaving here until lunchtime tomorrow."

I tried to imagine it. Unraveling for fifteen more hours, without a real break.

"That's a lot of hours," I finally said.

"It is. It's your call, but I think it'll be easier for both of us to deal with if we come back in the morning."

Part of me just wanted to keep working until it was done. Get it over with, so I didn't have to think about it anymore or deal with the pain again.

But the other part saw where he was coming from.

"I don't love the idea of coming back to do twelve to fifteen more hours of this," I finally said.

"I know. You like to get the painful things over with quickly."