She loved Drake and his pain tore at her insides. One hundred and forty-five years was a long time to live with that kind of torture. Too long. He didn't deserve this. “I'll do it.” She blurted out with little thought to the consequences. Sure she knew the results, but she refused to dwell on that now. Her self-centered behavior had gotten her into this, and now she would be free. “You'll do what?” His brows pulled together in a puzzled expression. “I'll refuse my quota. Yeah. I'm not bringing Harold any more souls tonight. I'm tired of the threats.” “Whoa, hold on there, Melody. Listen to what you're saying.” He grabbed her shoulders. “I can't allow you to sacrifice yourself like this.” “Ha. This is one time, Sir, when you do not have any control over me.” She jerked from his grip. “Listen to me, Melody. If you go through with this, you'll go with him when he's banished. Do you think the Lake of Fire will be fun? You haven't even thought this out.” He paced the floor in front of her.
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