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I was pretty sure I loved him.

Maybe I should've been terrified by that, but all I felt was happiness.

And pleasure, obviously.

twenty-seven

OPHELIA

Eventually, we cleaned ourselves up with a few napkins we found in his car (gross, I know) and went back into the prison.

Our hands stayed connected, until I started unraveling.

Then, Dante's grip stayed on my waist.

The hours ticked by slowly, with just the two of us and a few random guards in the prison.

It was eerily quiet, and I was dying to be done, but there was no way to unravel magic faster without causing myself even more pain.

So, I went slowly.

It was long past midnight when I finally lowered my hands. Dante and I stood in the broken elevator, my chest rising and falling heavily as I caught my breath.

My body ached, but my gaze didn't leave the hallway in front of us.

I hadn't realized walking down that hallway would change my entire life, but it had.

Now, I was mated to one of the demons I'd come to rescue.

My brother was no longer locked in a cell I'd created.

The penitentiary wasn't just mine anymore. I wasn't solely responsible for it, and I didn't have to deal with it alone.

The relief I felt was tremendous.

"It's over," I said, still staring out at the hallway. My eyes were burning, just a little.

"It is."

"No one can hurt me anymore." My voice was a little softer.

"No, Angel. You're safe now."

I blinked a little faster. Nodded, too. "Let's go home."

Dante gestured toward the ladder behind us.

I stared at it for a long moment before looking up. "Do you think I could fly out?"

"River did."

"River is better with his wings than I ever was."

"He's also bigger, and heavier."

"True." I looked back at the ladder. Dante had carried me out the night before, because I couldn’t climb.

Climbing was still probably out of the cards for me, but flying…