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missed by all of my friends.
    A month had passed since Devlin made his return, and I was busy preparing to ask him for another favor while I stared out at the light snow falling over the patio.
    “How are we feeling this morning, my dear?” His voice greeted me when he entered the kitchen.
    “I’m tired. I don’t think I will last much longer, Devlin,” I replied.
    “We will figure this out. You should be resting,” he insisted, leading me to the kitchen table.
    “Do you know where Ravyn is?” I blurted out as he eased me down into the chair. His eyes snapped to mine, then he stepped away shaking his head. “I need to see her Devlin. I need to say goodbye.”
    “Even if I knew where she was, I would never take you to her. She is dangerous and would not think twice about harming you.”
    “She won’t hurt me. I begged her to kill me last time, and she wouldn’t lay a finger on me. I need this Devlin. The baby is killing me and you know it.”
    “You don’t know what you’re saying. You and the baby are going to be just fine. You don’t need to see Ravyn. You can’t.”
    “I will find her with or without your help, and when I do I’m going to see her,” I said, struggling to stand. Gingerly, I walked out of the kitchen.
    “I know where she is,” Devlin said, stopping my slow trek up the stairs. “Trust me when I say you will not like what Ravyn has become.”
    His warning still made me smile with relief. The simple thought of seeing her again instantly lifted my spirit. “I don’t have to like it. I don’t want to wonder what might have happened. I need closure,” I said.
    “Will you move on when you find this closure?” His question struck me as odd, but I agreed anyway.

Chapter Two
    Ravyn
    New Beginnings
     
     
    I made the ultimate sacrifice and was in turn rewarded with the ultimate gift. The unconditional love of my mother’s embrace welcomed me into the fabled heavens. I thought she would hate me for the things I had done, but I was more than wrong. Her pride soared with thoughts of my love for Kara and the sacrifice I made for her. I could feel that she understood fully, and I missed my mother more than I ever cared to admit.
    I found the long-awaited peace that my visions of death had always promised, and just when I felt I was home, my mother’s light began to dwindle, eclipsed by an eternal darkness that moved closer and closer, pulling me away from her outstretched arms. I clawed at the thick air of nothing, desperately trying to reach her, but the distance grew further and further, until suddenly, she was gone.
    The overwhelming love of my mother’s embrace was replaced with the hatred of the dark fires of hell offered by my father, Lucifer. He looked down at me, his disgustingly cocky grin brimming with pride. My ears tuned in, trying to find any sign of life, but all I could hear was the endless crackling of distant fires. There were no heartbeats, not even my own, no occasional breath of air, and no feeling of warmth or cold. The wretched smell of stale ashes being whisked around by the stagnant air and my father’s horrible grin were all that welcomed me back. I was alive, but I was not the same.
    My father had done the unthinkable. He revived me with the healing power of his own blood. His blood flowed through me as it always had, but my mother’s bloodline and the humanity it carried were forever vanquished to the depths of hell.
    Astoroth knew all along that my father’s love for me would force his hand in making me the full-blood I was always meant to be. It was one of many things my blinding arrogance had overlooked. My true potential had blossomed thanks to Astoroth, my father, and my own arrogance.
    Coming back was like being born all over again, and again my father shoved me into the human world, back to the city of Chicago that I once called my own. He brought me back, and then left me to discover my new abilities and learn how to control them all on my own.
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