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"Someone had kept him captive in the warehouse in Gladestone for a while, can't say exactly how long. He was tortured and was alive when the fire started. That tells me someone else wanted him more than we did. Could it be someone from The Syndicate?"
She would be okay. They would be okay. There would be a rainbow beyond this, or the world would become too dark.
"I might not be going with you, but I spent six years being your shadow. I will not miss you because I will be watching you."
And all I see—" he held her hand, bringing it up to his lips "—is a woman who owns the world in her small, soft, sexy little hands and doesn't even know it."
"Because you're my flame, a little source of light and warmth in a void full of darkness and death, small but capable of becoming an inferno with the right fuel. And though I was always full of dark and death, for you, I have embraced it, become it, so you can keep flickering without fear. I am the void all monsters fear so you never have to be scared of anything. Not with me."
Tears escaped his eyes, for the first time in a long time, and her arms tightened around him. His baby sister. Finally.
Every time someone had broken her as a child, as a teen, as a young adult, before Dainn had found her, she had craved the arms of a brother that would protect her, dying on the inside when they didn't come.
To someone on the outside, it could look like love, but it was so much more nuanced, so much more intense, so much more. Saying that he loved her was as basic as saying that he was living because his heart beat in his chest. Living was so much more than that, life was so much more than just that, and it was something he had learned just by being with her.
And Amara felt her heart fill with wonder at having four girls she could call friends now when once she'd had none. Morana, who sat beside her, gripped her hand, exchanging a look with her that told her she was thinking the same thing. They'd met as friendless, lonely people and found a family with each other.
"You want me to explain how he found me, in that dark as an empty husk and breathed life back into me? You want me to explain how me protected me for years? How he saved me from others and from myself for years? How he searched for each shard of my shattered soul with patience, piece after piece, until I felt healed? How he led you to me?"
"Yes, Morana. He found you because he was looking for my past. He doesn't give a shit about anything else, no offense. Everything he has done for years has been for me." She pointed at herself. "And if he'd wanted, you never would have found me. I would have lived without knowing my past, and so would you."
"So, he's a good guy?" Dante voiced. His sister chuckled, the sound dry. "Oh no. He couldn't be who he is if he was. He's the monster monsters fear, the devil of his own kingdom. But he's my devil. And only good to me, now to you, because I asked him to be."
Morana was driving back to the compound when suddenly, the numbness that had been perpetual in her left arm began to spread to her right. She tried to move her limbs and steer the wheel to the side of the road but her muscles were slowly going lax, the numbness spreading from her fingers to her wrists to her elbows to her shoulders and up her neck to her face.