This is a gift, but not to Quinn. No. This is a gift to my tiny watcher.
Slowly, one by one the petals on the bloom open, and there she sleeps. A child. Reborn.
I stroke her hair. “Welcome back to the world, Bea. May your second life be everything you wished for in your first.”
NYX
“She looked happy, didn’t she?”
Orina smiles. “Oh yes. But I’d be happy too with five guys at my beck and call.” She shoots a grin my way before focusing on the road again.
I settle back in my seat as Pea carries us over the Hawthorne boundary. “Back to the daily grind, then.”
“Or…” Orina says. “We could just take a mini road trip. I mean I have shitloads of vacation time due. And you’re self-employed, so…”
I twist in my seat to stare at her. “You’ll take more time off than needed?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “Why not?”
“Because you never take more time off than needed.”
“Maybe it’s time to change that. I mean, life’s too short.”
I slap the dashboard. “Let’s fucking do it.”
My phone vibrates against my ass. “Shit.” I lift my butt to yank my phone free from the back pocket. “Hello?”
“Is this Nyx?” a gravelly male voice asks.
“Yeah, who is this?”
“Satan is dead. The ascension begins in thirty days.” The call disconnects.
“What the hell?” I stare at my phone.
“Who was that?” Orina asks.
“I have no fucking idea.”
Quinn’s story is over, but Nyx’s is only just beginning. Make sure to order Demon Throne right now.