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will kill the hag. I am helping you entirely for my own selfish

purposes, dear.”

Meg turned to Dante, who handed her the duffel bag. She settled it

on her back and hugged him. “Good luck, Dante.”

“You, too, Meggie.” His hands tightened around her waist, and

then he backed away. “I hope everything works out for you. Look me

up if you ever come back this way.”

Meg leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. She would miss

this version of Dante, but it was time to go home. She followed the

demon up the stairs, aware that Dante watched her the entire way. The

stairs creaked and shook under her weight.

“Hurry, dear,” the demon called from the darkness above. “You

don’t want to miss it.”

Meg braced herself and took the final step. The demon looked out

over the railing. He pointed to a spot just below them. “There it is.”

No wonder it was so hard to find. It was in the middle of the air.

She would have to jump. If she missed, she would break her legs at

best and her neck at worst. The demon gracefully leapt onto the

railing. “Just follow me.”

He jumped from the railing, feet first, and disappeared

completely.

“It’ll be all right, Meg,” Dante said from below her. “It’s fate,

right?”

“Yes.” She climbed on the railing. It shook and rattled under her

weight. There was nothing stable about it. Moonlight filtered in from

a window above, illuminating the ragged warehouse. Her hands were

shaking as she made the mistake of looking down.

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There was another popping sound, and Meg knew her time was