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heat.
    Hell was real. And if I’m not stopped, I’ll make it look like Disneyland.
    I start to say all of this when Hart has me in his grasp. His big hands are on my arms, holding me in place, and he’s looking down at me like I’ve just said the most offensive thing in the world.
    “So?” His voice is high and cracks a bit. “So?”
    “Yeah.” I try to be strong, but looking at him, with that fear in his eyes, I can’t. I don’t want Hart to care what happens to me. I don’t. He was put on Earth for one thing, like me. Two different things, sure, but still one thing. His job since the beginning has been to watch me. Keep me pure. He’s done his job. Now it’s time to let me go. I’m not good to him now anyway.
    “Yeah? That’s all you have to say?” His hands grip me tighter, and if I didn’t think it would hurt my healing stomach, I’d push him away—hard.
    “Think about it, Hart. What if Seth was right? What if I’m just something sent here to kill the world? Wouldn’t it be better for me to die now before I hurt anybody or anything? Think about it. Seth said when I fully turn, nobody will be able to stop me. Nothing. Seth said…”
    Hart slams his hands against the sink on each side of me. I flinch. The reds in Hart’s eyes glow brighter. “I’m so damn sick and tired of what Seth said. Seth is an ass. Seth said God deserved what he was doing to the world by opening Hell… do you really believe that too?”
    When the demon who’s been living in your head for eighteen years makes a point, it’s sort of a bad, defeating moment. “No.”
    “No. Right. You don’t believe it because it isn’t true. Whatever beef Seth has with God, I don’t want to be part of it. And he’s not right. He’s crazy, Gracen. Bat shit crazy, and you’d better not give what he says a second thought, understand me?”
    I don’t seem to nod fast enough for him. “I’m serious, Gracen. He doesn’t know everything. If he did, he’d have seen that the Hell gate thing was stupid from the start. Hell, it was all stupid from the beginning.”
    The beginning , in my mind, was when my father—Seth, the angel—came to Earth and seduced my mother who, in turn, had me. I’m thinking that’s where the timeline got skewed.
    “See, if I weren’t here—”
    “Stop it!” Hart orders, his voice very low as he holds his nose inches from mine.
    I can smell cinnamon on his breath. It’s a strange smell because I don’t remember Sam eating it much, not that it matters.
    “You stop right now. Whatever circumstances you had, whatever you are thinking about doing, you stop. You are here. You are staying. I’m not losing you.”
    Before I can ask what he means by that, he lets me go and storms out of the bathroom. I’m alone. I’m confused. My head hurts. I should crawl into bed. I should never get up.
    Instead I make my way down the hallway very slowly, careful to hold on to the walls as I go, and blessedly make it to my bed. I fall into it, and instead of going to sleep, I find my laptop. Hart hadn’t moved it, thank goodness. No telling what he did to pass the time since I’d been under.
    I open it and immediately shut it again. No. That’s not right. There’s no way…
    I open it again and squint at the date and time. It’s been three days since the Hell gate… I knew that. And it’s one in the afternoon.
    One.
    In the afternoon.
    And the sun isn’t out.
    The sky is dark.
    At one… in the afternoon.
    Come to think of it, it was dark when I woke up the first time, wasn’t it?
    And has it really been three days?
    “Hart!” I yell as loud as I can so he can hear me downstairs. I’ve never yelled his name before, not in the real world—if you can call this that now—and it feels strange to say. In my entire life, I’ve always thought of myself as sort of two people… or rather one person with two lives.
    In the daylight I’m the sweet, hopefully sweet, college girl who’s in love with Sam Asher,