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Quinn’s face hardened. She looked like a savage Viking queen fresh off the battlefield. Like she’d just walked through hell itself to bring Milo out the other side.
Why did anyone need to believe in a devil when humans were evil enough?
And just like that, the grief would hit him, a tidal wave, a tsunami pulling him under, swallowing him whole until he couldn’t breathe, until he felt like he was dying. The anguish so overwhelming that death would be a relief.
Noah understood grief. But understanding it couldn’t help him ease his friend’s pain. His heart ached for Bishop, mourned with him.
Bishop made a sound in the back of his throat, a wounded animal sound that wrenched Noah’s heart and shattered it anew.
As Noah turned to leave, Bishop spoke one last time. “Keep your eyes open, my friend. The devil is a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. And he is not always who you think.”
Maybe facing death made one ravenous for life.