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He laughed, shaking his head as he rested his head down. "You might be right."
She laughed, resting her head on his chest. "God, no. We've already proven that I'm vulnerable to the idea of you not loving me anymore."
"Lead the way, demon man."
"I suppose. But that wasn't good either."
He leaned against a tree, watching her.
"It's the natural order of things."
She laughed slightly, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. "You said it first."
"That's true..." she mused. "So now what do I do?"
"Seriously. I had to live without you for two days and see how well that turned out."
“Alright. Go. Mingle.”
“Yes. Like that.”
“I love you,” she replied, her voice muffled.
“You don’t know me. Maybe my power is bad luck.”
He closed his eyes again. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He grinned, kissing her temple. "I get it."
"I'm serious. People treat you differently because you were born, not made."
Her arms slipped around his neck and she buried her face in his neck.
"I'll be the first person to die in Inferno."
He watched her lovingly, his brows furrowed. “Right...”
He looked over at her, squeezing her hand. "Does this make you happy?"
