Eleanor’s POV
A maniacal laugh escaped from my lips as I studied the head in my hands. I felt like me again. I could move my body as I saw fit, and demons no longer surrounded me–my friends did. A terrifying thought passed through my mind that made me wonder if I had actually been fighting my friends instead of the demons. It seemed logical, but I hoped it wasn’t true.
Everyone, however, was staring at me. I blinked a few times and then plastered a genuine smile on my face.
“He’s dead,” I whispered, barely able to comprehend the statement myself. “He’s dead.”
Edward then broke out in a similar grin. “We’ve f*****g done it! The bastard is dead!”
“Um,” Hailey started, looking unsure. “Are you back? Is it you?”
She was looking at me intently, and I felt confused. What was she talking a
