His breathing became quicker as the black shadows of his magic formed a light fog in the room. “I haven’t changed what I am.” The grip on my waist tightened enough to leave the bruise of fingerprints when he let go. “I’m still a demon capable and willing to kill whoever is in my way. I could snap you like a matchstick if I wanted your life.” He paused as if to gather himself. “But, Cin, it’s not your life I crave. If you agree to this, if you accept me, it’s your soul I’m going to take.” My hands trembled as I brought them to hold his face. “Take it,” I whispered.
