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Few moments passed. I closed my eyes again and my knees gave away. I sat down on the floor and started sobbing.
    Damien was dead and I didn’t care about anything else in the world at the moment. There seemed no point to anything at all. Whether I lived or died, it didn’t bother me for one second.
    Then the crowd collectively gasped. I vowed to myself not to open my eyes again but I knew that I wasn’t strong enough. I knew that I had to see, that I had to look for myself what had happened; what fate the stars had brought on me?
    I slowly opened my eyes and there stood Damien, in human form, in the middle of the circle of fire, towering over the body of Jacob, who had also turned human but was still not moving.
    I had an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me, like when someone steps into a warm shower for the first time. Damien took a few steps towards my cage, limping a little, but his face smiled, amid all the blood and wounds.
    Then I was engulfed by darkness.

VII.
     
    I woke up in a clean and tidy room, and for once it was light when I woke up. As my eyes got used to the light, things were thrown in sharp focus. I suddenly realized that I was in my apartment. How did I get here?
    My heart sank. A crushing possibility reared its head from the gallows of my soul: it was all a dream. Everything, from Damien to the bears to the pit of fire to the evil bear king, everything was a dream.
    Now that I thought about it for a moment, I realized it couldn’t be anything but a dream. I chided myself for being naïve enough to believe in something as far-fetched as half-human, half-bear hybrids existed.
    Then the door opened and Damien walked in, his face covered in cuts and bandages but otherwise he looked fine. I was too stunned for words and it seemed as if he was too. Without saying anything, he leaned in where I was sitting up on the bed and kissed me hard on the lips.
    I closed my eyes. It was all real. I was reveling in the concreteness of all this, his touch, his scent, his body against mine, He broke the kiss, though I was very reluctant.
    “I had been waiting to do that for some time now,” he smiled.
    I grazed his face with my fingers, as if to convince myself that it actually was him, here in flesh, in my arms.
    “What happened? How did I get here?”
    “Jacob is gone,” Damien said in a low voice.
    “I know. I remember that much, though for a moment there I thought it was a dream.”
    “It wasn’t,” he said, soft still and I knew that he was thinking about the fight and it scared him too.
    “Well, I was coming to get you but then you fell down. Apparently, all that had happened drained your energy. Your body just gave up but your mind, now that’s a different story.”
    “How long have been I out?” I asked, now worried as to what had transpired that I had fainted for so long.
    “Oh, don’t worry. Not long. 24 hours or more maybe. It just felt like an eternity to me. That’s all.”
    I smiled and without further ado, kissed Damien. I was still smiling when I kissed him and the sensation was much different. Soon the kissing got way out of proportion as our hands started moving on each other’s body. Damien had his hand on my breast but he suddenly stopped.
    “We can’t, baby,” he said, slightly out of breath and red all over. “The doctor will be here any minute.”
    “I don’t care,” I said and pulled him to me again, pressing his hand against my breast. I will never get used to this feeling.
    His other hand was roaming on my waist.
    “The curves…of your body…rewrite history,” he said, his sentence punctured by the intense killing. He was now lying on top of me, both of us still clothed, which was looking more and more like an inconvenience.
    “Hey, you stole that from Dorian Gray,” I laughed.
    “Everyone steals,” he said and we resumed our kissing.
    He had unbuttoned a couple of buttons on the front of my shirt and his fingers were travelling on my bare flesh. I moaned,