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perfectly bad or perfectly good. Not even you, Raph.”
    “That’s true, but in Aden’s case he shows extremes of good and bad.” Raphael cocked his head on one side. “Your life notes made our decision difficult which was why we waited for your wings to emerge. I’ve never seen anyone awake when that happens. Nor have I seen anyone with a wings of different colours. You can’t enter heaven like that. Nor hell.”
    “He can enter hell. I’ve no problem with taking him there,” Dante said. “I fancy the idea of having an exotic pet. No one will have ever seen anything like him. When I’m bored, they’ll line up to fuck him.”
    A muscle ticked in Aden’s cheek.
    “Maybe you won’t bore me, sunshine.” Dante stared straight at him.
    Aden averted his gaze, thinking about what Raphael had said. An extreme of good? What had he done that was good? He had no problem thinking of the extreme bad.
    As memories of the worst day of his life flooded back, he choked up and his cock shrank. He’d been taken out of the house, every bit of him covered in blood, and not spoken a word for months. Eventually he’d come up with ways to stop himself thinking about what he’d done because he knew if he didn’t, the memories would drive him insane. Yet here he was, insane anyway.
    Yeah, that was another possibility. He’d finally lost his mind and was locked in a padded cell he thought was built of a strange mist. Except he’d sort of hoped if he did lose his grip on reality, he’d also lose the memory of what he’d done that day. It was still crystal clear.
    “No, you’re not,” Raphael said.
    “Not what?” Aden glanced at him. Christ, he is so…beautiful.
    Dante pouted. “You think he’s more beautiful than me?”
    Aden stiffened.
    “You’re not insane,” Raphael said. “Not in a padded cell. You’ll never forget what you did because it’s part of you. It helped make you what you are.”
    Aden hadn’t spoken out loud. These guys had read his mind.
    “I’m an angel,” Raphael said. “Dantanian is a fallen angel. A demon.”
    “Duh. I think he might have figured that out,” Dante said.
    Yeah…but no. Where were their wings?
    “Not for you to see, sunshine. Not yet.” Dante grinned.
    Raphael gave a heavy sigh. A worryingly heavy sigh. “He has to go back.”
    “That’s crap.” Dante scowled. “You just don’t want me to take him.”
    “I never want you to take any soul, but this one deserves a second chance.”
    “It’s not up to you to decide that,” Dante said.
    “We decide together.” Raphael smiled at Dante and the Adam’s apple in Dante’s throat surged up and down.
    Raphael’s smile was as if the sun had come out. Aden’s cock perked up. He could almost taste the testosterone. His mind filled with an image of being sandwiched between these two and his cock filled.
    “That sounds so much fun.” Dante purred. “You’ll like my cock. It’s big.”
    “How did I die?” Aden’s voice cracked as he spoke. He couldn’t get his head around this.
    “You don’t remember?” Raphael raised his eyebrows.
    “I was at a concert. I don’t remember anything else.”
    “Strange,” Raphael muttered.
    “You do remember who you killed though,” Dante said. “Even though it was all those years ago.”
    An invisible fist squeezed Aden’s throat.
    “Remember how you pressed your face to her chest? The way her heart stopped beating against your cheek? How you watched the light fade from her eyes? Oh yeah, oops—her eye. Were you sorry?” Dante moved close again. Close enough.
    Aden smacked his fist into the demon’s stomach— shit that hurt —and Dante lurched back in surprise before his eyes narrowed and his lips curled in a feral grin. Aden showed nothing on his face and fought the urge to flex his aching fingers.
    Dante inclined his head and gave a mock salute. “Thank you for handing me the perfect torment. Sometimes it’s difficult to choose the best punishment. She’ll be