Page 111 of There is No Devil

He can’t even raise his hand to stem the flow.

The blood pumps from his throat, a fresh spurt with every heartbeat, each more vivid than the last.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

I watch him die, the snow drifting down, his last breath hanging like smoke in the air before dissolving into nothingness.

He slumps over and falls. His body hits the ground, heavy and dull. Not a man anymore, or even a monster—just a sack of meat.

Cole rises from the ground.

He’s covered in Shaw’s blood and his own, his skin wetly gleaming in the moonlight.

I look at my own hands, drenched in blood. Droplets patter down on the pristine snow.

Then I look at Cole again, and his face breaks into a grin of relief.

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We run to each other, Cole sweeping me up in his arms. He spins me around, snow spiraling around us. He kisses me, his mouth warm and wet in the coldness, sweet and salty, with the taste of copper on his tongue.

Our breath mixes silvery between us. His wet hands slide over my skin, leaving red streaks vivid as paint.

He kisses and kisses me, both of us warm and alive, Shaw cooling on the ground.

Distantly, I hear the sound of sirens.

I don’t care who it is, or how long until they find us. I don’t care what happens when they do.

All I care about is Cole, and his arms wrapped tight around me.

He saved me, and I saved him. Not just from Shaw, but from everything else in this world that wants to destroy us—the demons outside, and the ones within.

I don’t need anyone else.

I just need one person to make me the center of their universe. I want to be two stars locked in orbit, burning bright in the blackness of space.

The snow reflects on the glossy black walls, thousands of flakes swirling all around us.

Cole whirls me around and around, his mouth locked on mine.

He presses me against a cold black wall, lifting the long, sparkling skirt of my gown up around my waist. I’m yanking at the waistband of his trousers, ripping off the button, pulling them open.

He thrusts inside of me, his cock blazing hot, our gasps puffing into the air, steam rising off our skin. The cold can’t touch me. I’m pure fire, burning and burning, but never consumed.

I’m floating outside my own body, watching us from a distance. I see us entwined, my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, his tongue in my mouth and his hands gripping me tight.

We’re wrapped together, twisted up. Not one snake but two, the black and the white.

We are the same.

And I like what we are.

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