As the realization of how big this is, how real it is, eats away at my bravery and my resolve. I was just held hostage by five men that were slowly cutting the clothing from my body and— Wrath pulls me in closer and his darkness envelops us, that rich, spicy night scent filling my nose, easing the panic still knotting my stomach. The Demon King saved me. Again. “Hold on,” he tells me, and then the air cracks open, pulling us away.
