The stage had been set. For three days, Dragomir and Serafina were locked up in separate cells. She was relieved that Tartarus never came to visit. She would not be able to bear it. She could not remember everything, but she suspected he wanted something from her. Something she was not willing to give.
It was not like she expected him to act on something primal like lust. Tartarus did not seem the type, or he would have taken what he wanted a long time ago. He would not appear to her in the guise of an old man, either.
Something like torture was more up his alley.
In his cell, Dragomir wanted to come to terms with the possibility that his life would end in about three days. Serafina, fallen angel or not, deserved to return to Earth. She had a family waiting for her, while he did not.
