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Another sob escaped my throat. I had half-expected him to wake up, if not just from the pain. But he didn’t stir.

He never would.

I reached over and ran my fingers down over his eyes until they were closed.

Now, at least, he looked at peace.

I prayed he was at peace.

Because one of us should at least be and it wasn’t me.

I felt like a heavy boot was pressing down on my chest and it would never lift again. I would never be whole again.

I collapsed against him, the tears still coming, my breath still weak and ragged, as if it were dying with him.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

This wasn’t the end.

I would never let it be the end.

With what strength I had left, I put my arms underneath his and pulled him up onto me, cradling him in my lap. I let his blood flow over me. I wanted to drown in it, to let it sink into every pour.

I was supposed to marry this man. I was supposed to be the mother of his children. I was supposed to live with him for as long as we could go, a bumpy journey, but one we would do hand in hand.

Till death do us part.

I sobbed and squeezed him to me tight.

Why did it have to part us so soon?

***

“Perry?”

I woke up slowly, my body protesting consciousness. For one brilliant, beautiful moment I thought I was in Seattle, in our bedroom. I thought my life hadn’t changed at all.

But when I opened my eyes and only saw flickering candle light, I knew. When I felt the sticky, congealed blood in my hands, I knew. When I moved slightly and felt the deadweight of Dex’s body on top of mine, I knew. My life had changed forever. There was no going back.

I lost the love of my life.

It was like losing life itself.

I sucked in a breath and looked to the corner of the room where the voice had come from. Standing at the foot of the stairs was Maximus, staring down at me in restrained horror.

“What happened?” he whispered, his voice cracking and barely audible.

I wanted to cry again but it seemed like I had no tears left. I just felt this resolute emptiness, this hollowness where my heart should have been, where he should have been.

The loss threatened to take over again, to drown me, but Maximus crossed the room and was crouching beside me, a hand on my shoulder, looking between Dex and me and trying to make sense of the situation. Good luck with that.

“Perry?” he said again, his brow furrowing as if he was going to cry too. “Please, what happened? Tell me what happened.”

“Where were you?” I whispered weakly.

He shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t know. I…I went after Dex upstairs. He went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I knocked on the door, waited. After, I don’t know, a minute, water started to come out from under the door. I knocked the door down but he wasn’t in there. Then I heard him say my name, from behind me. I went down the hall and saw him standing in the room at the end. I went in after him. That door closed. It was dark. I thought I was in there for a minute, maybe two. I kept at the door but it wouldn’t open. That’s when I heard you, heard you screaming in my head. Then finally it opened by itself and I came out.” He paused and closed his eyes. “I followed the blood. It brought me here.”

I was too numb to even be shocked by the time skips. Time didn’t really seem to exist in this house anyway. This house didn’t even seem to exist.

“The same for me,” I said blankly. Actually, I was leaving a lot out. But what was the point in saying anything? What was the point of anything anymore? Dex was gone and I was left behind to carry on.

Death was torture for those who had to be left behind. I could only hope that Dex wasn’t suffering like I was.

“Who did this?” he asked.

I attempted a shrug and failed. Dex was too heavy but his weight felt real, reminding me that he had been real this whole time and not some beautiful dream.

“Michael, I guess,” I said.

“No,” Maximus said. I looked at him in faint surprise. “It wasn’t him.”

“Who then?”

“It was Dex,” he said. “Dex did this to himself.”

My heart clenched. “Why?” I said breathlessly. “Why would he do this?”

“To escape,” Maximus said, settling down on the ground, sitting splaylegged. His eyes never left Dex’s body. “To save us.”

“How?”

He swallowed hard. “If Michael happened to be in his body, and Dex killed himself, the spirit or the demon or whatever is in him, would have died too.”

“And if he wasn’t in him?”

“He knew he would just be taken over again.” Suddenly Maximus let out a roar, pure agony that shattered the room. He buried his face in his hands and I was struck, feeling it deep, by how much he cared for him. But of course he did. He had originally been sent to be his guide, to watch over him. And now Dex was dead. He had failed. I had failed.

When he recovered, he looked up at me and said, “Whatever Dex did, it was to save you. Save me, save everyone. But above all, it was to save
you
.”

“I didn’t ask for that,” I whispered.

“No, you didn’t. But that’s Dex. That man loves you so much. Sometimes it doesn’t even seem possible. He gave up his life for you and, if he could, he would probably do it again.” He sighed. “But you already know that, don’t you? You love him the same way.”

I found myself nodding. I would have done the same. I still would, if I could.

If I could.

What if I could?

I licked my lips and for the first time in a while, felt a thread of strength returning. “Maximus,” I said softly, urgently.

He slid his eyes to mine. Before he could say anything, we heard a thump from upstairs. The ceiling was once a fathomless black sky but now was just a ceiling with a broken light bulb hanging from it. It was swinging back and forth, casting moving shadows.

“Did you see anyone else in the house?” he asked, his eyes trained to the light.

Who didn’t I see? Minutes ago I wouldn’t have seen myself caring. I wouldn’t have cared what happened to me.

But that was then and this was now and now I had an idea.

“There may be spiders the size of cats,” I said absently, my mind elsewhere.

He raised his brow.

“I saw them in the Veil, last time I was in there,” I explained. “I think they snuck through.”

“Or Michael let them in,” he said. “This house is nothing but a portal.”

I swallowed and nodded. “It’s the gateway to Hell. Dex’s mother told me so.”

He narrowed his eyes. I managed a smile.

“Hey,” I said. “Do you think Dex is gone? Or do you think he’s just…” I waved my hand around the empty space in front of us. I knew I was acting delusional. “Just here.”

“He’s dead, Perry,” he said hoarsely. His eyes flitted to Dex’s body. The proof was literally in my arms, covering me in blood. Part of me died with him.

Unless I could bring him back.

Maximus was staring at me, his expression cautious. He was hearing my thoughts.

“Darling,” he said gently. “If you go into the Thin Veil, through this place, this close to the darkness we don’t understand, there is a chance you’re not coming back.”

“Maybe I don’t want to come back.”

“But you do, Perry,” he said. “You do. You want to come back with Dex. You don’t want to live on the other side. What if Dex has already moved on? If he’s not in the Thin Veil, you still may never see him again and you’ll be stuck there. Forever is a long time.”

I thought about the man with the cockroach eyes, the severed woman, the spider cats I swore were upstairs. I thought about all of them and living with them for eternity, cursed to stumble through a monochrome universe for the rest of my life.

It was worth the risk.

“If I can go in and there’s a chance I can find him and bring him back,” I told him, “then I’m taking it.”

He nodded solemnly. “I know. I just wished it wouldn’t come to this. That’s the problem with you two, I reckon. Death just seems like an obstacle sometimes. You have the false hope that you can get around anything. But Perry, some things you can’t get around. Some things are final. Believe me, you don’t want your poor sister to spend the rest of her days wanting to go back in there and fish you out.”

That gave me a pause. That was the last thing I wanted, for Ada to hunt through the Veil, looking for me, looking for Dex. I knew she’d do it, too. Her bravery surprised me more every day. But I wouldn’t let that be an issue. I would make it out and I would do so with Dex.

“Are you going to stop me?” I asked carefully, aware that the burly ginger could very well prevent me from doing anything.

He smiled. “What I really want is to pick you up and take you out of here. Giant bugs, or Michael, or worse are upstairs and they want to take us with them.”

“So why don’t you?”

He ran a hand through his red hair. “Because I owe you more than that.” He seemed to grin to himself. “And the crazy thing is, I wish I could join you.”

Then his face fell. “I went to Hell once, you know, for someone that was very dear to me. And it worked. I brought his soul back to where it needed to be. I pray you never end up there. But I understand, I really do. There are some people you would do anything for. And I want you to know that for me, at this point in my life, it’s Rose, you and Dex. If I could take your place, Perry, and go in after him, I most certainly would. But that ship has sailed for me.”

There was a thud at the door, making us both flinch. Maximus paled and quickly rose to his feet, running over to the staircase and glancing up it.

“What is it?” I asked, feeling the urgency of the moment running through me. If something was coming for us, how the hell was I going to go into the Veil?

“I don’t know,” Maximus said. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t have hands because that door would open if you just turned the knob. I had only shut it behind me when I came down. You broke it pretty good.” A brief look of admiration came across his freckled face. “But I reckon we don’t have that much time to figure it out.”

I looked to him, suddenly terrified. “How do I get back to here? Last time Ada had to pull me through. Can you?”

He shook his head. “I can’t. I just don’t have the skill anymore. But you can get back, I know you can.” Another thud at the door. He looked over his shoulder and let out a shaky breath of air. “You’re going to have to hurry though. I will stop them from getting to you but I don’t know for how long.”

“No, you get yourself out of here!” I cried out. “Forget about me!”

He crouched down beside me, resting his hand on Dex’s lifeless arm that had already started to stiffen with rigor mortis. It made my stomach turn. “I have to stay here. You can step into the Veil in your physical form and disappear but Dex cannot. His body will be here. I don’t even know if he will be strong enough to endure coming back, he’s lost almost all his blood. But if anything happens to him, here, while you’re in there, he’s not coming back at all. You got that?”

I nodded and took in a deep breath. “I got it.”

“All righty,” he said holding his hands out for me. “Let me help you.”

As carefully as I could, I lifted Dex’s head off of me. Then I put my hands into Maximus’s warm ones and let him pull me up to standing position. He put his hand at my cheek and gave me a sad smile. “Well, little lady,” he said with full-on drawl. “I’ll do the best that I can. But for whatever reason, if I am not here when you get back…we’ll meet again someday. I don’t know when, but someday, some place, I’m sure.”

My heart panged again. He leaned in forward and kissed me lightly on the lips before pulling back. He winked at me. “That was for Dex, too. Now turn around and go.”

“Thank you,” I whispered to him. He squeezed my hand and then made me twirl around so I was facing the blank space on the other side of me.

“Concentrate,” he whispered. “Think about Dex.”

And so I did. I ignored the bangs at the door, the sticky blood at my feet. I closed my eyes and thought of Dex. I thought about his smile, his laugh, the way he could make me melt just by looking at me. I thought about the love he had given me and all the love I had left to give him.

I opened my eyes and let my gaze gloss over, fuzzy and out of focus. And just when the world seemed to be pulling back, I walked forward.

My ears screamed and my head felt ready to explode and the wind that blew past me was cold as ice. But when I blinked a few times and let the world settle around me, I saw I was in the grey basement of a house. There was no Maximus. There was no Dex. There was only fog that hung around my ankles and floated up the stairs.

I was in the Veil.

I was this much closer to Dex.

And this much closer to Hell.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

While the house that Dex led us to had been a carnival of horrors on the inside, in the Veil, it looked normal.

Well, sorta.

There was this blanket of fog that clung to my legs, making it look like I was walking through a soupy cloud, and though everything was desaturated, here it took on a shade of blue/black instead of grey.

It was cold though – very cold – and I had to fight the constant shiver that wanted to run through me. I had always imagined Hell would give off a bit of heat.

I walked up the stairs, pausing every other step and listening. I wondered if the giant spiders were on this side or if they had all crossed over to the other. Either way, it was bad news.

As soon as I got to the top floor, I went straight for the kitchen to get a knife. I never knew when I’d need it and this time I wasn’t going to take any chances. Could I kill something that was already dead? Well, experience told me I could. I felt like every single ghost and paranormal beast we had encountered up until this point was preparing me for this. In comparison, it had all been a walk in the park.

The moment I pulled it out from its sheath on the counter, I felt a breath tickle the back of my neck. I whirled around, knife raised, but saw no one. I paused, listening. There was a loud
click click click
coming from the hallway, the sound of claws on hardwood floor, only far louder than they should have been.

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