I was still staring at my wrists when Angel once more pulled me to his body. I didn’t fight, I couldn’t. All I could do was stare at the flesh that was exposed now. The flesh that had been hidden from me for so long. “I’m free?” I whispered as I looked up.
Dagon met my eyes and nodded. My former lamp smoked as it burned with purple fire. “You’re free, Acacia. I promised you that, didn’t I?”
The tears flowed down my cheeks. Big fat ugly tears that formed tracks down the dirt and grime that had accumulated on me. “I can’t believe this. You really did it, Dagon.”
“Wait, you’re not thinking of going with him since he did that, are you?” Angel demanded. His body tensed as if he never wanted to let me go.
I frowned up at him. “But he did it, he did what he promised.” How did he know the thou
