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was a hybrid Demon and I was a hybrid Angel. We had been bound
unknowingly, but while Demons who bind servants to them also become their
servants' rulers, there had never been an Angel bound to a Demon. A Demon
couldn't rule an Angel, and an Angel couldn't rule a Demon. We belonged to each
other equally. I wasn't just Marcas ' servant, he was
mine as well.
    Damon frowned, his dark blue eyes going
red. The Seal shone, the light almost blinding in Damon's rage.
    "No longer," he growled as he
placed the hand containing the ring against my stomach. My eyes went wide.
"I feel him, you know. He is close. The ring could trap him now,"
Damon breathed as pain surged through me.
    I gasped, the
pain so intense I couldn't even find the strength to scream.
    "Feel that?" Damon asked. I
struggled to breathe. "That's the Demon blood in your system. It doesn't
belong there, and it wants out. All I have to do is purge it. Purge it and
force my own blood down your throat."
    I was choking now, tears building up
behind my eyes. I would not belong to
Damon. Marcas would not be trapped by the Seal. I gathered up all the strength I had
and grabbed Damon's hand. He laughed.
    "Fighting will only hurt you,"
Damon whispered against my ear.
    I could hear Amber screaming as Damon
forced me to my knees. His strength was incredible, and he followed me down, my
hand still wrapped tightly around his fist. The Seal was burning my skin, and I
wondered briefly if it was because of the Demon blood in me. And if so, how
could Damon stand it? I looked him in the eyes, the first tear searing its way
down my cheek. "Fight, Day. Whatever
happens, fight. I'm coming."
    "I will never be yours," I
breathed as I concentrated on the power circling within me, using everything I
had to shove it into Damon. His eyes widened as he flew backward, the Seal
still shining.
    I felt Amber at my shoulder, but I stood
up slowly, weakly refusing her help. I stared at Damon instead, my eyes hard.
    "You can hold me down, you can
force me to do things I don't want to do, but I will never be yours."
    Damon stood, and I could feel his anger.
I took Amber by the arm and forced her to the ledge. Damon held his hand up,
the Seal brightened even more, and the pain I had felt before slammed into me.
It hurt three times worse than the first time, and I struggled to stay on my
feet.
    "I will have my redemption,"
Damon ground out as he moved toward us.
    I climbed onto the ledge and pulled
Amber up after me.
    "If Angels wear halos, this is me
setting mine on fire," I said coldly as I pushed Amber off the roof, my
arm going around her waist as I jumped after her.
    Amber's screams filled my ears. It was
the sound of terror, and I ignored it as I pulled at my magic. I had never felt
so in tune with my power. I could feel Marcas ' fire
in my blood, the ice of my own power mingling with it to create something warm.
    "Use
the power. Give yourself wings," I heard Marcas whisper in my head, and I closed my eyes, the last
glimpse of the world a terrifying view of the approaching ground.
    "Help me fly. Give me wings,"
I whispered as the power moved through me, running up and down my arms and into
my legs. I was suddenly weightless even with Amber dangling from my arms.
    "Dayton!" Amber gasped, and I
realized she was no longer screaming.
    I opened my eyes to find myself floating
above the ground. I concentrated on moving upward, and we flew higher.
    "We're flying," Amber said,
her laughter filling my ears. It was the laugh of survival, half hysterical,
half relief. I wanted to join her, but I didn't.
    " Marcas ,"
I said instead, my mind searching for him. I could feel Damon coming for me,
and I lowered myself to the ground, releasing Amber as my shoes touched the
grass.
    "Run, Amber," I said urgently
as I lifted myself back into the air.
    Flying was suddenly unbelievably easy.
It felt natural. It felt right. Amber looked up at me.
    "I won't leave you," she said
quietly, and I knew her guilt and shame was going