Chapter 39

39

DARCY

B ack to being a rat in the London flat—I checked my small, furry body to be sure.

Back to the past, my memories intact.

I'd killed Butterfly.

I'd been killed…sort of.

Butterfly. The creep. Yuck. As if I would ever go with a scumbag like him.

Christ on a bike! It wouldn't be long after this that Queen Margarite would come through the front door to kidnap me.

"Stop her, bestie!" I squeaked, scurrying from my cage onto Roman's armchair.

He needed to park his backside in this seat once again to make good on all the promises for a movie day, to sip chamomile tea while filling in his crossword books. The good, warm things performed in this flat we'd lost during these horrible days.

Those horrible days…

"Please, Roman. Please…"

Eventually, the door did burst open. But it wasn't the queen.

"Xavier?"

He carried a lifeless Roman in his arms.

I ran to greet him in the hallway. "What happened?"

"Where can I find Jaz?" the demon responded gruffly.

I went onto my hind legs, stunned by what he'd said. "My ex? How do you know about him?"

"Because I think he's the one to save Roman's life."

He knew about Jaz? "What happened?"

Xavier explained quickly, ending with, "A hospital is too risky at the moment, especially if everyone is retaining their memories. Roman mentioned Luton."

Jaz was a name I never thought I'd hear again. Talk about a heartbreaker, but also a brilliant heart surgeon. If anyone could help my poor bestie, Jaz could.

Looking at Roman made my heart struggle to beat.

"I know where he is," I said with raspy fear, climbing up onto the demon's shoulder. "Let's go, before it's too late."

Please don't be too late…