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As soon as I catch my breath, I climb to my feet again. We might be out of Hell, but we’re certainly not out of danger.
“No more dark, Mommy.” Maxon burrows into my shoulder, shivering.
“Shh, baby.” I run my fingers through his hair. “Everything’s going to be alright.”
That’s a major Mommy-lie if I ever told one.
Every demon in Hell probably knows that we’re out here. Nefer’s holding them back, but how long can she keep doing that with untested powers? And even then, how in blazes are we getting home? Walker said he’d keep a look-out, but we also stowed some flares in our backpacks to signal him. Those are long gone now.
My adrenaline high starts to wane. All of a sudden, I want a pass out like it’s my job. My mouth turns dry as sandpaper. Every pulled muscle and scratched patch o
