So then why couldn’t I stop thinking about him? And his stupid smile, his garnet eyes, and those hidden wings. The way he looked at me so earnestly. Not like some captor whisking me away just to piss off the guys. No, there was something else. There was more beneath his riddles. There was a story woven through all of our interactions over this past year, a story I only had torn and random chapters of. Why was he always appearing, visiting me randomly, helping me, only to walk me through a fucking gorgeous side of the underworld—and then let me go. He let me leave.
