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Priorities are priorities.
Percival’s concerns were not invalid. One month ago, before that little firefly had come into his life, he would never have broken the Crystal of his own volition. He certainly would not have let her walk free. Nor would he be hunting the demon alone, letting his former prisoners gather their wits and their forces and ready for what was most certainly going to be a war against him.
But she had given himhope.
And damn her to the pits, it would be the death of him.
EIGHT
“I just realized something.”
“Oh, good.”
Gwen ignored Grinn’s sarcastic response. She was atop Sunshine again, still feeling lousy from the wound. It was getting better quickly, but it still ached like abitch.“Sorry for trying to make conversation.”
“I’d accept your apology, but I don’t think you intend on stopping.”
“I just realized I’ve been having fewer panic attacks since coming here. Which you’d think would be backwards, seeing as Avalon is actively trying to murder me.”
Grinn grunted but didn’t provide any reply.
“I’m just wondering why that is. It seems strange. Maybe it’s the magic of the place?”
“Or maybe you now understand real fear and have simply learned that casual panic is useless.”
She stared at him flatly, wishing she could just kick him. Whatever. She’d enjoy freaking out less, either way. Even if it was because of the life link between them, or Avalon’s magic, or Grinn’s more jaded reason. She’d take it.
An hour passed in silence before she couldn’t take it anymore. This was their pattern—she’d talk, he’d grump, she’d go silent. Lather, rinse, repeat. But she couldn’thelpit. There were so many things she wanted to understand. “So, I have a question.”
“I wait with bated breath.”
Gwen shot a glare at Grinn for his snarky tone, even if he wasn’t looking at her. Jerk. “Do, like, demons have families in hell?” She rubbed at her side as she rode. “Or are demons all solo creatures?”
“What a bigoted assumption. You should be ashamed.” His tone was flat, and she honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“Well, how am I supposed to know? You’re demons. For all I know, you just get blorped into existence and spend the rest of eternity torturing human souls.” She resisted the urge to huck a fireball at the back of his head.
He sighed with the tone of a creature who had given the same speech a thousand times. “First, we do not torture human souls.”
“You don’t?” She blinked.
“No.”
“Huh.” That was surprising. She almost asked him what the point of being a demon was, then, but she figured that wasmayberacist. Toward demons. Which she hadn’t even known was a thing until right then and there. “Where do people go then?”
“Nobody knows.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes,seriously.”He mumbled something under his breath about having to deal with children and babysitting. Gwen let it slide.
“But demons and angels exist.”
“Yes.”
“And, so, heaven exists.”
“Yes.”
