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I wasn’t letting anything take her from me again. Not even God himself.
May you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you’re dead.
If the Devil wanted to drag me back to hell now, he was going to need a fucking body bag.
I had the skills necessary to take a life with my bare hands or from thirty meters away, but nothing had ever made me feel more powerful than discovering that I had the ability to make Darby Collins make that fucking sound.
I was no longer human or demon or even fucking breathing. I was simply hers—mind, body, and cursed black soul.
“I’m in love with you, Darby,” I said, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “Always have been. And if I had a fucking birth certificate, I’d ask you to marry me right now.”
“Yer love is true. You have my blessing.”
“I don’t want yer empty body, Darby. I want what’s in here.” Stretching the neck of my sweatshirt down, Kellen pressed his lips to the center of my chest, and the heart beneath them skipped a beat.
