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“No. You have free will.”
This was a good deal, and I wasn’t an idiot. “Where’s the pen?”
A golden pen hovered in front of my face, and I snatched it from the air. The pen scratched a bit as I scribbled my signature across the paper. “All right. What’s next?”
“Cosette’s almost married to Van now.” Samael said that so matter-of-factly that it took me a second to process it.
Married to Van? “Wait. What?”
“You better hurry or you’ll be too late.”
“What!”
He waved a hand through the air, and just like that I was falling back to Earth—to life—to make sure my mate didn’t marry Van.
Samael couldn’t have explained this quicker?
Damn it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
COSETTE
I tried to stop crying—I really did—but the tears just wouldn’t stop. I didn’t even try to brush them away. They trickled down my neck, into my dress, and soaked the front of it. I couldn’t hear the priestess over my own sobs, not that it mattered. I nodded when I was supposed to. Answered when Van nudged me.
But then everything went quiet. I heard my mother shout my name, but I didn’t know why.
I looked up at Van.
“What did she say?”
Van’s mouth was open as he stared at something behind me, and I turned to see what he was looking at.
And then I fell. To the ground. Again.
“Oh, God.” I hung my head and squeezed my eyes tight. “I’m losing my mind. Van.” I turned back to him. “I see Chris over there, but he’s dead. So, I’m really losi
ng it now. I need to get out of here. Is it done? Can we leave yet?”
A few nearly silent footsteps, and then they stopped behind me. “Is what done?”
It was his familiar raspy voice, but this could’ve been an illusion or some form of evil magic or—
A hand ran down my back and I froze. My hands shook, but I forced myself to twist, to look over my shoulder, to see if that was really my Chris.
Chris was squatting with one knee on the ground in front of me. “Hi.” He gave me one if his charming grins. “You look terrible.”
I started sobbing loud, ugly tears, and I covered my face with my hands.
“Shit. I mean, nice dress, but really, someone needs to get her a makeup wipe. I mean—why didn’t someone just magic her makeup. Isn’t glamour a thing among you all? Or are you just a bunch of assholes?”
There was a little rustle. “Thanks, Van.”
I looked up to see Chris taking a handkerchief from Van. “Come here,” he said.
I held still as he wiped my face.
What was happening? I didn’t understand. I couldn’t…
