Chapter 246
"P-please just t-tell him for me," he sucked in a pained breath, "tell him to be e-everything I wasn't, a-and to never disregard the value of life, and o-one day when it won't hurt him please tell him that I-I love him," he rapidly spoke into the phone while the guards began to cuff him, pleading with his eyes.
And I nodded. It would be the final thing I ever did for him. A small, small bit of relief flashed through his emotions.
"He's in good hands. I hope you find your peace," I said, and his guards waited to take the phone from him while I finished talking. "Until our next lives. Goodbye, John."
I couldn't hear his response since the guards then took the phone back from him, but on his lips I could read the words goodbye and I love you and I'm sorry.
My senses were all still so disoriented and shaken up as the guard led me back out to where Asmodeus was waiting, but my soul felt much lighter than it had before they took me in- and lighter than it had in the past few years of my life, even.
And when I saw Asmodeus standing by the rental car, I couldn't help but feel a small smile tug on my lips despite the tears I was still fighting off that kept building in my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and brought me into a warm embrace when I got to him, letting my tears sink into the front of his shirt as I hugged him back tightly.
"I love you," he spoke into my hair, and it made me smile a bit harder.
I couldn't really bring myself to speak, but he knew that I loved him, too. I still squeezed him tighter at his words just to remind him of this, though.
By the time we got back to our hotel, it was pretty dark out, so we just got some fast food and brought it into the room with us. I ate all of mine then stole half of Asmodeus's, and even then was still hungry, so he suggested that we got some ice cream.
After a tiny little argument about who should pick us up some, he gave in and said he would go for us so that I could shower. It felt damn good to scrub myself clean- it was almost as if I was washing away the very last traces of that prison from my body and mind.
By the time I had gotten myself cleaned and dried off, Asmodeus was back on our bed, lying down in the middle. He had also changed into sweatpants and I noted his lack of a shirt as he flipped through the channels on the TV. When he saw that I had come out of the bathroom, he smiled over at me, and I returned it.
"The ice cream's in there," he pointed at the mini fridge, turning the TV off and sitting upright. I quickly slipped one of his T-shirts on, threw my towel back in the bathroom, and got the tub of ice cream out of the little freezer, as well as the two spoons that were with it.
When I met him back on the bed, our gazes locked for a moment and he leaned in to kiss me. I grinned into the kiss when his soft lips found mine and brought my hand up to the side of his face, but then pulled a little bit away.
"Ice cream first please, I'm hungry," I said, and he chuckled, leaning away again but keeping his arm around me as I sat up and scooped some out with my spoon.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, also taking a scoop. I had just shoved some ice cream in my mouth, but answered anyway, not caring much for manners now that he had seen me naked more times practically than I had myself.
"Surprisingly well," I said through the ice cream, and then licked my spoon after I swallowed, "content, some might say."
"That's great," he rubbed circles on my skin with his thumb and smiled down at me. He didn't need to ask how John took everything- it was pretty obvious how he would have reacted. I appreciated him not immediately asking me a bunch of questions. "Did you notice that I got your favorite flavor?"
"I did," I grinned up at him, leaning up and brushing my nose back and forth against his. He pulled away and laughed at the gesture.
"What the hell was that?" He raised a brow, twitching his nose as if it had tickled him. I raised a brow back at him.
"What do you mean 'what the hell was that'? I was just being a cute fking girlfriend. Would you rather me bite your nose?" I replied, and he chuckled again.
"You were being cheesy is what it was," he corrected, but the grin on his face told me that he had in fact found it cute.
"Say that all you want, Mr. Asmodeus Stewart, but you're just a big cheeseball yourself under all that sass," I teased, reaching and pinching his cheek- which to my surprise, he actually let happen for once.
"I am not," he defended, looking down at my lips and leaning in a bit closer. I grinned and leaned a bit closer as well, naturally weaving my legs through his.
"Mhm," I bit my lip and chuckled, and then our lips met, his hand coming up to brush some hair behind my ear and then cup my jaw.
I smiled into the soft kiss, his tongue gently sweeping against mine for a moment as our lips moved and molded together. Without breaking the kiss, I reached and put the ice cream on the nightstand, along with the spoons, and then rolled on top of him.