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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
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  95. EPILOGUE
  96. AGATHA
  97. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  98. Also by Rainbow Rowell
  99. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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The demon rises from the couch and seeps towards me. “I told myself I was done with this earth … When is it ever worth the trouble?” I can taste the demon’s bitterness, like a mouthful of dirt, and my head won’t stop ringing. Penelope is feeling it, too, I think. She keeps twitching her head when the demon isn’t looking.

It’s closing in on me. Penelope moves between us, but the bearwomanholebear passes right through her.

It looms over me. “But you…” the demon says, taking me by the chin. “You were different. You took me off guard. To call one such as me and ask for nothing more than my hand…”

It caresses my cheek. Clawsfingersemptiness. “I was moved.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“I would have given you eternity, Shepard,” the demon thrums. “I would have built you a throne.”

It sighs so low it feels like gravity. Like its breath is pulling us down, down, down. A ceramic dish on the table crumbles into dust.

“I should have asked to see some ID,” it says. “I normally do ask for references…”

It looks up into my eyes. And down into them. Its gaze surrounds me. “The contract is void,” it says. My forearms itch and tingle. I stand very still. “You are no longer my betrothed. Your debts are not mine. And you have no claim on immortality.”

The demon turns its attention to Penelope. “You, however…”

Penelope doesn’t flinch.

“You are very clever and very brave, and I like your knees.” The demon’s voice is honeyed now, like the lowest string on a double bass. “My powers are great,” it hums, “and I’m pleased to inform you that my hand is available.”

Penelope flinches. “Are you…”

“Is there anything you want in this world, young advocate?”

Penelope shakes her head. “No.”

“Very well,” the demon says, turning heavily away from us. “Call me if you change your mind.” It opens the door in the floor, and descends on two feet and four and like a sinking void.

I look down at Penelope. She’s staring at my arms.

At nothing but smooth brown skin.

60

BAZ

It takes forever to get to my aunt’s flat, even casting spells on traffic.

I run from the taxi, up the stairs, and open the front door with my wand instead of my key. Fiona’s in the living room. She jumps up from the sofa when I burst in.

“Fucking hell, Basil!”

There’s a man still sitting on the sofa—Nicodemus, the vampire. I run past them into Fiona’s room.

“What are you doing!” she shouts after me.

Her room is a disaster. The whole flat looked like this when I moved in … Clothes up to your knees. Unopened mail in stacks. Teacups full of cigarette butts and ashed-out incense. I go for the closet.

“Baz, seriously, get out of my room!”