65. Winnow
WINNOW
T urns out I had to drink blood from both of them in order to replenish my magic enough to get back to Gideon’s, and fold directly into his bathroom where I could immediately wash my mouth clean of them. Even now, I’m still gagging as I spit, scrub, and rinse.
Gideon calls out from the bed. “You okay, angel?”
Exhaling a relieved, shaky breath, I reply, “Never been better, ferion .”
“Good. Then get your butt back over here.”
A grin lights my face as I look at myself in the mirror. I look beautiful—even with all my daemon traits.
Especially with my daemon traits.
And I’m fucking proud of myself.
I flex my punching hand to make sure the bruising is gone. I think I actually broke my hand on Louis’s face, but you know what…
Fucking worth it.