Evelyn had uncovered the truth.
Ezra was not merely a demon; he was bound—to this place, to the souls he trapped, and to the deal he had made with her.
She saw the cracks in his control, the way his power wavered when she refused to fear him. She understood now—he did not want another prisoner. He wanted a choice.
And so, she made one.
"Let's rewrite the contract," she whispered.
Ezra narrowed his eyes. "You can't do that."
"Oh, but I can. You need a willing soul, right? What if I don't just belong to you… What if we're bound to each other?"
Ezra's breath hitched.
The world trembled.