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Maybe.

But in this world, what was right?

I’d been God’s hand once. I recognized His will in things I should have had no clue about, realized my memory was His gift to me. I didn’t know His plan, and while it might be said that we were doing the devil’s work, I chose to believe that these cruel people who were capable of such evil did not deserve to remain among the living.

And every now and then, when I heard a small chuckle in my head, one that was not my own, I knew I was right.

God was with me. Always had been, always would be. And he’d returned me to my men for a reason.

Sure, I’d served my purpose.

But who said a woman could have just the one?

So, even though my hands were bloody, at the end of the day, when I washed them and was embraced by the seven men who loved me, I slept with ease.

I was sure I’d sleep even better soon because I had a feeling that when Eren took Mohamed’s life, he’d sleep like a baby too.

And, when the day came for Nicholas to send us to America, we’d find the men who’d raped Frazer’s cousin, and I’d take great pleasure in dismantling the cult that had raised me.

I had quite a to-do list, but unluckily for those who’d earned my wrath, I was patient.

I could wait for my revenge.

EPILOGUE

Adam

Forty years later

As I opened my eyes, I looked into a face I had not seen for millennia.

Instantly, tears poured free and my throat felt thick with emotion.

“Lord Almighty?”

God stared at me, and His eyes were narrowed as though He were displeased with me. Though my heart skipped a beat, it was a sight I wasn’t unused to seeing. But, while millennia might have passed since last I’d beheld it, it didn’t take away my nerves.

Upon His throne of pure gold, I stared upon my Maker’s face, feeling overwhelmed with joy and love even though He did not appear to share the sentiments.

“I’m disappointed, Adam. You know that.”

I gulped. “I know, Lord. I know.”

“I doubt it.” His mouth tightened. “Do you know why you’re here today?”

Because I didn’t, inwardly, I cringed. “To be punished again?”

“No. To be forgiven.”

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“To be forgiven. The finalJannah, do you know what her last requestwas?” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead said, “When I gave her a boon, she requested I forgive you and Eve. My first children. The most disappointing of them all.”

Despite myself, despite His words, I had to smile. “She is a good child.”

“Hardly a child now, not with six grandchildren of her own,” God retorted.

I shrugged. “She is an infant to me, and still looking as though barely thirty years have passed.”

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