A faint murmuring arose, a rustle of fabric, a hiss of steam.From somewhere out of sight, footsteps muffled by soft soles padded against a hard floor.A curtain, thick and heavy, stretching from ceiling to floor, obscured my view. A wood-panelled wall, through which the wormhole had materialised, stood behind us.I was frozen to the spot, with Ethan's hand clapped firmly over my mouth.Concealed behind the curtain, he held me against him, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest on my back, his hot breath on my ear.He was pissed - seriously pissed – and somewhere inside, I was sure it probably wasn't a good idea to antagonise a demon, even if demons weren't quite what we had been led to believe, but I really didn't see what choice I'd had. Ethan didn't really have a choice either, and I'd known that.Used it.I'd learned a long time ago that if people wanted something badly enough, they'd do literally anything to get it. Drugs.
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