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without further adieu, I present to you the next chapter

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DEVI BHATT

I scramble back from her head and headless body, eyes wide as saucers. I just chopped her fucking head off. I'm frozen. Bile rises in my throat watching blood pour everywhere, out of her body. I might throw up.

"Devi?"

I turn my head and see Grisha looking at the bodies in this room. Sasha. Santos. Pieces... of Ares. anxiety fills me as I await his reaction.

"Grisha..." my voice cracks. "I..."

He runs to me, falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around me not caring about the amount of blood I'm soaked in. One of his hands holds my head tightly, fingers rubbing soothing circles in my hair as the other hand supports my back.

My emotions are like glass right now– they've been pushed off the edge and have smashed against the ground, the pieces flying everywhere. I'm a mess. Nothing can stop the emotional wreckage that twists my insides.

She's gone.

Fisting his shirt, I press my head into his chest, as sobs wrack through me hard.

"She's dead, they're both dead" I cry into his shirt.

"YA znayu," Grisha says, tightness and vulnerability peeking in his voice. (I know)

"I'm sorry," I whisper, "I couldn't stop him, and Demyan, he–"

"Demyan?" he says slowly, processing it.

Fuck, he doesnt know.

"Demyan is the traitor, Grisha," I tell him. "He killed both of them."

Suddenly, his feverish lips collide with mine instantaneously and hard until I see stars. My heart beats rapidly, rising into my throat and heating my entire body. My lips move wildly against his with need and my hands roam his chest and up around his shoulders pulling him against me, between my legs impulsively.

I need him to block every ounce of pain that's ripping my heart to pieces right now.

"We're going to end this once and for all."

"My budem." He grabs my chin, his piercing grey eyes staring into mine. My gaze falls onto the slash on his cheek which is bleeding. I brush my thumb over the wound concerned but he clasps my hand gently. "I fucking love you and nothing will change the fact you own every inch of me, baby. What you did right now was nothing short of glorious." (we will)

I nod, breathlessly.

"What did she do?" Feliks asks. "Devi, what did you do?"

My eyes widen.

"Tell me why you reply at the most inconvenient times, Feliks," Grisha says, annoyed.

Radio silence.

"That's what I thought."

Then Grisha dips his mouth to my ear as he rucks a bloody strand of hair behind my ear. "I fucking love this side of you, baby. Don't hide. Don't conceal the consequences of your rage– show people what they deserve for hurting you. And if you don't, I'll make sure to let them know how goddamn lucky they are."

"Hellooo," Feliks calls.

"Ares no longer has a head," I blurt. "Also turn off the electricity supply to this house because if we get struck then we'll all get electrocuted."