When I hid Eros’s ring under my pillow last night, I expected to wake up with a giddy feeling. I thought it’d feel like Christmas morning again, when I used to wait for Mom to finish her coffee before I dragged her to the Christmas tree to see what Santa and his flying reindeer brought me.
But I didn’t feel anything giddy. I knew exactly what was under my pillow, and I was terrified.
Even after asking Eros about demons, he didn’t want to tell me his secret; he continued to hide it from me. And, besides that, I had so many questions that I didn’t even know I wanted answered. How would Eros react? Would he still want us or was our relationship best as it was? If he still wanted us, would I be able to survive the depths of Hell if he asked me to go?
One of my windows was pulled all the way
