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my
scalp.
    Eyes cast downward, a pop of blue
caught my gaze. A pair of yoga pants and one of my favorite
T-shirts lay on the cold, concrete floor. At the sight of clean
clothes, I forgot about my fuzzy head and quickly stripped,
slipping on the soft fabric. Burrowing my nose into the material at
my shoulder, I inhaled.
    It smelled of laundry detergent and
faintly of a woodsy scent. It smelled of home.
    Pangs twanged around my
heart.
    I wanted to go home. I wanted to see
my mom. I desperately wanted to see Chase.
    My hands dropped to my sides, horror
rolling through me as I realized I might never leave this place.
This might be it. These titanium bars and the windowless room might
be the last things I see before I leave this earth. Depressing and
utterly messed up.
    As my lower lip started to tremble, I
tipped my chin up, refusing to let Hell break me. I wouldn’t give
them the satisfaction. It was bad enough there were gapping black
spots in my memory, but to travel down the lonely road of self-pity
wasn’t going to help me survive. And I was damn determined to
live.
    Mom needed me. But Chase
needed me more. Our lives were intertwined. If anything happened to
me, he would be doomed. My last breath would be his last breath.
That thought alone was enough to make my spine a little straighter.
Hell was not going to use me. Whatever mutations were going on
inside me, I needed to find a way to stay me , a way to stop the darkness. I
wasn’t utterly clueless. I knew something was very wrong with me.
The blackouts, they weren’t normal, not even by Divisa standards. I
was close to freaking out.
    This wasn’t the first time I’d been
held captive. How many eighteen-year-olds could say that? Not that
I was bragging, just the opposite. It was completely messed up,
just like my life.
    So I made myself concentrate on the
small things, like clean clothes. It was little, but when you’d
been wearing the same clothes for a week, it was an indulgence
taken for granted. The only thing that would top clean clothes
would be a foaming bubble bath. All I had was a lukewarm shower in
a refrigerator-sized box.
    Dear God, I would give my
left boob for a hot bath and a bubble bar from
Lush .
    I sighed.
    Chase forbad me even the simplest
luxury. It was a flitting thought, but like a twig, something
inside me snapped. Gone was the confusion and murkiness, and in its
place was a fire that crackled and popped. Everything became clear
again, my purpose, who my real enemies were. Chase Winters was
going to regret ever sticking me behind bars.
     
    {Chase }
    I woke up alone and drenched in sweat
and ready to kick some serious ass. My body was tight, prepared for
a fight, but unless I was going to be duking it out with my shadow,
there was no need for my demon to be on edge. Yet he
was.
    Sitting up, I ran a hand through a
very bad case of bedhead and looked toward the window. I blinked. I
didn’t have a normal sleep schedule, not like the rest of the
world. Nowadays, it was hard for me to tell whether it was night or
day without peering outside or at my phone.
    My vision didn’t need to adjust to the
dark room, a demon perk. There were many perks—treacherous demon
DNA—but none of my abilities could help Angel. As unearthly as my
skills were, I didn’t have the power to sever the cursed connection
Hell had over her.
    So, of course, I acted like a class
act jerk and taunted her, because God knows that was totally going
to cure her. In my self-defense, that dirty and sensual stunt she
pulled scrambled my logic and control.
    If I was being real, Angel and I
thrived on riling each other in what was a twisted form of
foreplay. It was how we met, how we fell in love, how we ended up
here.
    Control.
    I was beginning to hate the
word.
    Gazing up at the ceiling, I secured my
arm behind my head and stared at the water spot that stood out
against the stark white paint. My thoughts turned, mulling over an
absurd plan I’d formulated during my run back to