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waiting for you to kill her over and over again. You can listen to that heart stop, see the light—”
    “Fuck you,” Aden snarled.
    “Perhaps.” Dante laughed. “Go have your second chance. You’ll mess it up, then you’re mine anyway.”
    What were they talking about? What was he supposed to do with fucking great wings on his back?
    “One month,” said Raphael.
    “One week,” Dante snapped.
    “No. He has a month.”
    “How about fifty years or so?” Aden asked.
    Dante chuckled. “I’ll allow you the month Raph offers. I’m feeling generous today.”
    “A month to do what?” Aden asked.
    “To become the person you should be,” Raphael said. “You had a bad start in life. No one taught you the value in being kind, generous, selfless. As a child, you did what you could to survive and no blame is attached to that. Yet when your life didchange for the better, you didn’t change with it. You made no attempt to be a decent person. You prided yourself on not caring. You lied, you deceived, you stole. Your face might be beautiful. Your soul is dirty. But it is not yet pure obsidian.”
    Raphael glanced at Dante who shrugged. “He’ll fuck up on the first day.”
    Fuck you, demon. I will not.
    “You have never loved,” Raphael continued. “And that you have never been loved, not even by a parent, breaks my heart.”
    Aden sucked in his cheeks. Of what use was love?
    “He doesn’t understand the emotion and he never will.” Dante sneered. “He doesn’t want to be loved. Once his childhood was over, he did nothing to deserve to feel that emotion. He’s a user. He cares for no one.”
    “Maybe he can change,” Raphael said.
    Dante made a dismissive sound. “Impossible. And in a month? Doubly impossible.”
    Raphael turned to Aden. “You have this gift of time to understand love, to earn the right to be loved, to work to deserve respect and be a better man. Prove you don’t belong in hell.”
    “You want me to…fall in love in a month?” Aden gaped at them. “Or find someone to love me? How is that fair if I’m going to be leaving them when the month is up?”
    “Listen to what I’m saying. You have a month to come to understand what love means, to believe in it, to feel it, to offer it.” Raphael stared at him without blinking.
    Aden thought he had been listening. Was there something he hadn’t understood?
    “Do not come to the attention of the authorities,” Raphael said. “Do not come to anyone’s attention as Aden North. Lie about anything and it’s a mark against you.”
    “And I’ll be keeping count,” Dante said. “Hey, on the plus side, why don’t you carry on the way you always have? Lie, deceive and steal. Use your bonus time to have a ball. Fuck as many men as you can. Take as many risks as you want because—hey, you’re already dead—right? The worst that can happen has already happened. When your month is up, you’ll tumble into hell and the party will continue.”
    “And it will never stop,” Raphael said quietly.
    An everlasting party in hell was not good. Even Aden wasn’t thatstupid.
    “A month,” Aden muttered. What would he have done if he’d been told by a doctor he only had that long to live?
    Partied like hell for as long as he could.
    “That’s my boy.” Dante slid his hand over Aden’s chest and tweaked his nipple.
    “Don’t fucking touch me.” Aden pushed his hand away.
    “You might try to moderate your language,” Raphael said.
    “I rather like his filthy mouth.” Dante smirked.
    “You can’t keep your wings.” Raphael chewed his lower lip. “Removing them will hurt.”
    Aden’s head was spinning, his back aching and his cock still hard. He really had lost his mind.
    “Come with me to hell now and you can keep them, and that lovely hard on. Choose to go back for a month and Raphael is right, the wings have to be pulled off. It will be sheer agony. I know because it happened to me. Don’t worry, beautiful black ones will grow