Midnight had come and gone. Madison should be sleeping. God knew she needed to rest, but her mind moved too fast for her to relax. After leaving Amos’s bedroom, she’d gone straight to her bathroom and studied her reflection in the mirror. She’d freed her demon, horrified by the way her eyes altered like Micah’s. Like Amos’s had as a child. Worse, as her altered DNA exposed itself, her aura had burst into existence in shades of pink, deep red, and twinkling gold dots. Not her normal aura of pink and gold. The certainty she could wield power had come with the release of her demon. And her demon hadn’t reached full-capacity. Trembling, she’d curled into a ball on her bed. Tears hadn’t come, but the overwhelming sense of doom had presided. She would go into Hell to save Nix as she’d planned, but now more than ever, she failed to believe she’d come out. “Is the ice cream helping?” Petra plopped into the seat beside her.
