His only hope was to get back to the Cupid Center, where the Suicide wouldn’t be able to follow. Then he could eat some Love and come back to kick its depression-sowing butt. If he made it back. Fallon raised his hand and was halfway through opening the portal when the Suicide caught him. He fell to the floor, the dark creature on his back, trying to fight it off. It was hopeless; for every second the Suicide remained attached to him, Fallon’s will slipped away. Deep sadness filled him, made him weak. I’m done, Fallon thought. He was dying a second time, and this time felt worse. He realized he’d gotten to like being a Cupid, even thought he was getting good at it. Now he’d never know how good he might have been … Something slammed into them, flinging both Fallon and the Suicide backward across the foyer. Fallon landed on his back and his head fell to the right, so he was able to see two Cupids running toward him.
