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And faster.

Pounding into his backside, he rocked with her. The harness pressed into her clit as she crashed repeatedly into him, chasing her release.

Bryson bucked under her, not in pain but from pleasure.

The painting of the angel and demon entered her mind. The angel’s robes billowing like a river caught in an unexpected storm, twisting with the invisible currents. The demon was so close to wrapping its arms around the angel. Its murky outline cursed to—forever—be reaching.

An infinity of failures, a lifetime of coming up short.

Adria stood tall, feeling the power beneath her.

The wind hit her face as the two of them fell together.

He wasn’t a demon, and she was no angel—but they were two broken people, falling together.

Doubling over, the orgasm continued building.Tightening within her until it rocketed into her. Through her. Pressing into all sides.

Her entire body cried out. Bryson moaned into the room, and the two of them settled into perfect stillness, except for the sound of their breathing.

Adria opened her eyes, and the room erupted into applause.

It took a moment to remember where she was.

CHAPTER 33

NORTH CAROLINA

Adria sat in her office, watching the rain carve glistening trails down the windowpane. The world outside had darkened, swallowed by the encroaching night, but she remained awake. Waiting.

For the inevitable. For the end.

Bryson, Kaydon, and Seth had been put to bed, their bodies exhausted, their souls fraying at the edges. But sleep would not come for her.

Not tonight.

Her fingers traced the corner of the folded note from Teo’s contact.

“Jonathan’s here.”

Eric’s voice cut through the stillness.

Adria inhaled deeply, watching a single raindrop tremble at the top of the glass before slipping downward—slow, deliberate, inevitable.

Just like this.

Closing her eyes, she willed her expression into something unreadable.

Loretta had offered to stay. Eric had insisted on more guards. But she had refused them all.

She was done running.

Whatever this was—whatever the Triune’s decision—it would end tonight.

Outside her father’s old office, Crest stood like a monolith of violence, his expression carved from stone.

Adria’s pulse remained steady, and she met his gaze, unflinching. This was the man responsible for cutting into Kaydon’s back.

For enforcing Jonathan’s will.

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