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T urns out I had to drink blood from both of them in order to replenish my magic enough to get back to Gideon’s, and fold directly into his bathroom where I could immediately wash my mouth clean of them. Even now, I’m still gagging as I spit, scrub, and rinse.

Gideon calls out from the bed. “You okay, angel?”

Exhaling a relieved, shaky breath, I reply, “Never been better, ferion .”

“Good. Then get your butt back over here.”

A grin lights my face as I look at myself in the mirror. I look beautiful—even with all my daemon traits.

Especially with my daemon traits.

And I’m fucking proud of myself.

I flex my punching hand to make sure the bruising is gone. I think I actually broke my hand on Louis’s face, but you know what…

Fucking worth it.