I nearly choke as I say, “How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to just leave you?”
“Valery said I was important. They all said I was important. This is why—my life for her soul,” she says. “I’m staying for Sahara. And for Lincoln and Blue and everyone else who deserves a chance at a peaceful world. Now leave, Dante.”
“Aspen, please—”
“Leave!” she screams.
A ball of ice forms between my shoulder blades. Aspen’s face is red, and her hands are clenched. I turn away. I’m still not sure I can do this, but I’ll take the opportunity while I have it to get Charlie’s soul.
Rector and his demons don’t try to stop me as I head in the direction of the floating orb. Inside is the ball of light. With every step, my body yearns to be closer. Charlie’s soul is like a beacon, calling me to it. I stop when I’m an arm’s length away. My heart pounds against my rib cage, and my back arches involuntarily, pushing me forward. The way my body reacts, it’s like it’s greeting her soul, like they’re old friends. What’s more, her soul itself has pressed against the orb as if it, too, is eager to be reunited.
This time I don’t question things. I touch both palms to the ball, and it bursts like a bubble made of dish soap. As soon as the orb is gone, her soul shoots toward me. The moment it touches my chest, my arms fly open and my head falls back. A crushing sense of
All that’s left is me and this bliss.
Gently, I touch a hand to my chest, and my knees nearly buckle. With Charlie Cooper’s soul inside me, I am fulfilled. I am whole again.
Before I lose this sense of resolution, I stride toward Aspen. I pull her into a hug. “I understand now that we must all make sacrifices,” I say. “But I will be back for you, Aspen. I’ll return and blow this entire place apart with the strength of God himself to save you.”
Aspen collapses against me and cries into my shoulder.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask her one last time.
“I’m sure,” she whispers. And then, “Come back for me.”
I hold her head in my hands and know this is it—this is where I do the thing I said I wouldn’t ever do. I have to leave Aspen. I put my mouth near her ear so that only she can hear what I say next. “Your father may never know how amazing his daughter is, but I do.”
Aspen covers her face. Then with one hand, she pushes me away. “Go, Dante. Go now.”
I do as she asks. I turn from her—from my friend, my sister—to leave. But not before socking Rector in the stomach one last time. He falls to one knee.
“One day, Rector, it’ll just be you and me,” I say.
Then I run.
As a token of good faith, Rector gives me a thirty-second head start before sending the demons after me.
43 
Light
Thirty seconds is longer than I thought Rector would give me. He said he’d let me leave with Charlie’s soul, but Rector is nothing if not a liar. I bet as soon as he ushered Aspen from the room and she was out of earshot, he made the order.
I’m able to move through hell faster without Aspen. I know the ins and outs and which areas to avoid, like the ones leading to Lucille. Though everything in me screams to return to Aspen’s side, I also know I’m lucky that Rector is egotistical enough to want to handle this himself. Because if Lucille knew I was down here, I’d be a human Popsicle by now.
I run faster, but the whistling sounds increase. The demons are slow, but there are so many of them. And once they’re worked into a frenzy, they crawl out of invisible cracks, calling out to one another in their terrible language.
One appears in front of me in the Hall of Mirrors. I am able to spin around it and hurry past. No harm done.
As I near the end of the mirrored room, three demons reach for my legs. The entrance to the bear’s stomach is within sight but still too far away. I fall to the floor when one of the demons grabs ahold of my shin. My heel smashes into its teeth, forcing it to release me.
I’m up, racing toward the throat without looking back. I don’t want to go into the darkness, but I don’t have a choice. So I keep running. I keep running even when the slickness causes my feet to slip. My fingers dig into the fleshy tissue for support, and the bear doesn’t like this. His throat works, the clenched muscles making it hard for me to claw up.
Halfway to the top, a demon lunges on me. I tumble backward. At the last moment, I spot the bear’s tongue and latch on. I dangle over the open throat like a rock climber, the demon clutched onto my ankle. It outweighs me, and there’s no way I can hold on for long. I raise my free leg, and with all my strength, I ram my heel into the demon’s face.
The demon falls. I move toward the bear’s teeth. I zigzag through the spaces between them and almost pierce myself on the tip of his canine. When I land outside the bear’s mouth, the creature snaps at me. He wants his meal back. I roll to the right and spring back up. Then I race toward the stairway where protruding faces will watch my ass retreat to the earth’s surface.
But when I get to the foot of the stairs, I stop cold. On every single step, blocking any possible escape, is a demon. Together, the snapping jaws and warped bodies look like an army. It’s such a devastating sight that I nearly return to the bear and ask him to swallow me back down and keep me in his gut this time. The faces protruding from the walls yell greetings to me, chattering about the demons on their stairs, but I barely hear them.
I’m so close.
Only a few hundred steps stand between remaining in hell and returning Charlie’s soul.
There are too many demons, though. Too many to attempt any kind of plan. Too many to dream of living through this.
As the demons slink toward me, I cover my chest with my palm and close my eyes.
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
I savor the feeling of my lungs expanding, of my heart beating. Every nerve in my body demands an answer to this problem. But I don’t have one. It’s over. When Lucille finds out I’m here, he’ll remove my cuff. And if I’m lucky, I’ll slip into an eternity of nothingness quickly.
It’s sad, really. The end. I’ve fought so hard for life, whether it’s as a human or a collector or a liberator. I just wanted more time. But even I know when the clock is about to stop ticking.
And this is it.
I wish I could kiss Charlie one more time. I wish I could bring her to a nice restaurant for the world’s best crab cakes. I wish I could take her on a Ferris wheel ride just to hear her laugh. I wish I could buy her a Valentine’s Day card and a vase of sunflowers and a beagle puppy she picked out herself.
I wish I could slip an emerald ring onto her beautiful hand.
I wish I could lift the veil from her smiling face and kiss her soft lips and tell the whole world that she is my wife.
I wish I could feel the kick of a child in her stomach and know it is ours.
As the demons slither closer…and closer…I know I will never have these things. But I will settle for this—I will settle for giving my life for Charlie Cooper.
I open my mouth as wide as it will go and release the most bone-rattling battle cry I can summon. Then I call to my wings. They rise from my back like a black sun, the pain filling me up. With Charlie’s name on my tongue, I charge toward the demons.
