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It’s been two weeks since my Dark Angel saved me.

My arms are nearly healed, and he made me make a shadow promise that I would never try to take my life. I now have a small black rune on my forearm; if I am ever close to death, he will know and come for me. Apparently, when I showed him the bad cliffnotes of my life, he also saw all of my oddities, including how I knew he was showing as a lower level than he actually is.

I understand why he does it, and I don’t care.

We start to plan our escape. He insists on taking me with him as he doesn’t trust Bodhi or the other guards but Troy while he’s finding someone to help.

One night, after the lights go out, there is banging and yelling in the hall.

Our door is flung open, and before I can blink, my dark angel shadow travels us. I feel my consciousness slip. We’d been on bare rations, only getting fed every other day.

“Hello, she needs fluids but no drugs. She’s allergic.” I black out before I hear him finish telling the nurse, but I did notice he had shifted to his human form, but because of the angle, I couldn’t see anything but his hand around my leg.