“No,” Sasha said. “It’s not that, Nathan. Malak didn’t want that. Not that I wouldn’t have given him my soul if I thought—”
As soon as Nathan opened his eyes to look at the incubus, Sasha stopped. He looked away, guilt filling his face as he sighed, maybe reading just what Nathan was feeling, and feeling it as clearly as he could see it on Nathan’s face.
“Nathan…I was supposed to save you, but I couldn’t. Not then, not in time. Eventually I’m going to have to tell you how we got you out.”
“I know. But not now. Not tonight. I don’t wanna know what I’m worth when I don’t feel like I’m…worth…” Anything
He had to stop thinking about it. He was with Sasha, and everything was okay, and it didn’t matter that he had betrayed everything he ever believed about himself. It had just been a very long, very bad dream.
It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t…