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moment. I realised that he would do anything to protect me. We fled. Cael and I came to Australia, leaving our past life and everything we had behind.
    It was so long ago yet Cael never let me forget that he was the one who saved me. He still blames me for trusting Dorian and for leaving us wide open to attacks. But it was hard to distrust Dorian. You see, in human form, demons are quite charismatic. People trust them and even fellow demons fall for their charms. I should have been more suspicious, especially when he started asking increasingly private and personal questions. But I had fallen for him. I wanted to believe that he was good. I let my guard down just once and it nearly cost Cael and me our freedom. I promised myself I would never let that happen again.
    The traffic was still slow and even my patience was wearing thin. The continuous beeping of horns was beginning to get on my nerves. There’s so much anger in the human world, so much. All it would take was a small push and the whole world would come crashing down.
    As I looked around I saw there were absolutely no cars moving and there were hundreds more trying to enter the highway. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply and slowly and turned off all the noise from outside. I breathed out in relief when I reached complete silence – until a knock on my car window wrenched me from my thoughts.
    Cael’s face was at my window. He came around and jumped into the passenger seat, running his hand through his sandy blond hair.
    â€œWhat’s up? Your eyes were closed. Do you have a headache or something?”
    I opened my mouth but no words came out. My hand trembled on the steering wheel.
    â€œLet me drive. You don’t look so good right now,” He said, unbuckling my seat belt and shifting me to the passenger side. In a matter of seconds we had switched places.
    The traffic began to move. Cael looked over and I stared back at him. I knew it was childish not speaking, but I didn’t think I could handle his I-told-you-so attitude. So I turned away and looked out the window.
    â€œWhat happened, Emilie?” His voice had a worried tone.
    I turned back to him, but didn’t dare look into his eyes.
    â€œTell me, come on,” he said in a reassuring tone.
    He slowed as we reached the traffic lights in front of the bridge. I ran my fingers over the note and, with slow, trembling hands, passed it to Cael.
    â€œSoul,” I said simply.
    Cael opened it and read quickly. He looked over to me. “Please tell me you didn’t say yes.”
    â€œI can’t give him an answer yet.”
    He studied the note for a moment, before ripping it up and tossing the pieces on the floor. He accelerated and we were over the bridge in an instant. Cael was angry, I could tell. I stared out thewindow, glancing out at the shimmering blue water underneath us. Since we arrived here in the early 1900s I’d grown to love the ocean surrounding Australia.
    I raised my gaze to the deep blue sky and watched the clouds change into familiar shapes before dispersing into a grey mist.
    It’s amazing how much we take for granted. Centuries ago when we had been taken by a group of demons to the fifth layer of the demonic realm, we would have been lucky to see the sky maybe once or twice a year, and even then it was black. There was no freedom – just chaos. The demons of Legion Five tormented us for what felt like an eternity. It’s easy to lose track of time in the demonic realm. With no sky or natural light a day can stretch into years.
    We weren’t the only ones at the bottom of the food chain, as I like to call it; but the other elementals that we’d met never complained. They were apathetic for the most part, happy to do what they were told.
    It was Cael’s idea for us to escape the underworld; he convinced me it was the best thing to do, so I followed. I have to admit, I was shocked to find that we were actually wanted back.