Whatever just happened must’ve reawoken the demon part of me. It never left, it was just… sleeping. And now that I’m so close to lifting the curse, who knows how powerful I’ll be.
Part of me is terrified of what that means, but part of me is giddy with excitement.
I look up at Marcus and he pays my hand reassuringly. “Little Angel,” he says as his eyes scan the two-toned flames, “You are much more than you appear.”
“Apparently,” I say with a smirk.
“I expect you to fill me in on all the necessary details on our journey,” he says with a wink.
He might not be as wild and childlike as he was a few moments ago, but a mischievous twinkle still lights up his silver eyes. I barely know the man, but his presence is oddly comforting. “How are we going to find her?” I ask.
“I have the advantag
