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shoved away down to Hell again. But I forced myself to keep
control, to not let the living nightmare overcome me. I needed to
focus. On Tristan, who was still in Hell. On Dorian … Another
thought occurred to me, wrapping me so tightly in terror, I thought
my ribs would crack. Dorian!
    If I didn’t stop
Dorian, Satan would eventually take my son’s soul, too. My
sweet, little boy, young and innocent, would be trapped in the fiery
depths of Hell, hiding his fear behind a mask of courage in his hazel
eyes. I could already hear him screaming for me in my mind. Mom! And I tried to yell back that I was coming, but I couldn’t
move. Couldn’t breathe.
    I suddenly lay flat on
my back. My back with no wings. At least
I didn’t have to worry about those any longer. The Angels must
have realized they’d made a mistake giving them to me.
    “Focus on love.”
Mom’s voice sounded normal, soft, not grating, in my ear. Her
hand stroked lightly up and down my arm. “You can make
everything go away if you let love replace it. Let the light of love
push the darkness away.”
    I closed my eyes and
tried to picture my two boys and me with love surrounding us, not
Hell. I saw us on the beach of Amadis Island the day Tristan and
Dorian had first met, my tow-headed little man running with abandon
for his father’s arms. I watched another moment on the beach as
the three of us fell into the sand together and Sasha bounced around
us, barking and darting in for sniper-licks. I brought back other
memories—Tristan and I making dinner while Dorian did
schoolwork at the table, the three of us practicing Aikido, our
family snuggled up and reading in bed. Back when the world had been
normal. At least, closer to normal than it was now.
    “Save them from
Hell,” I murmured sleepily. “Bring them here, too.”
    “This place is
not for them.”
    “You said that
about me, yet here I am.”
    “You are here so
the Angels may give you what you need.” Rina’s voice
floated from the end of the bed, by my feet.
    I tried to comprehend
her meaning, but my mind was slipping away. Warmth spread across my
skin and into my flesh. Calming. Peaceful. My breathing came easier …
slower … Until I passed out.
    I didn’t know how
long I dozed, but whatever the length, it must have been needed
because I felt much better, much stronger, much clearer when I
woke. I glanced around and found myself completely alone in the foggy
space of Heaven’s lobby. But not for long. Mom and Rina
instantly appeared.
    I scowled and pulled my
arms tight to my chest with the way they looked at me. Pity? Or was
that loathing? Maybe a mixture of both. I turned away, needing to
keep my distance from them before they peered too closely. Before
they saw the ugly, dark stains on my heart, on my soul—the
blemishes left by Satan and Hell … shadows of the lives I’d
taken.
    Not that they didn’t
have their own faults, with their lies and their secrets and their
insufferable, holier-than-thou attitudes. Funny how they stared with
repugnance at my darkness created by everything I’d been
through, but they were the ones who’d changed for the worse
since ascending .
    “I assume Tristan
and Dorian aren’t here.” My tone came out harsh as I
threw up a defensive wall.
    “No.” The
whisper was so quiet, I didn’t know who said it. It didn’t
matter.
    “How do I get
them then?” I sat up and looked at them expectantly. “If
the Angels won’t help, I’ll get Tristan myself, and then
together we can stop Dorian.”
    Rina’s hand went
to her throat. “You cannot return to Hell!”
    I glared at her. “But
it was okay to go the first time?”
    She blinked, probably
appalled by my tone. Or maybe by the accusation. I didn’t
didn’t know and didn’t care. “No.”
    “But you sent me
there anyway.”
    “That was not our
intention.”
    I lifted a brow.
    Mom hurriedly piped in.
“When we said before that you don’t belong here, we
didn’t mean you belong in Hell. The