PHOENIX RISE

For someone who can’t die, it felt as if I were already dead.

He took everything from me and I don’t have the energy or fight in me to get it back. Not that I could. What he took is long gone and never coming back.

The pain of what he did—what I did—will haunt me for the rest of my life. That is until I met a certain angel in the cell next to mine and I knew I couldn’t give up yet. Everything might have been taken from me, but I was not alone. Far from it.

To gain my freedom, I made a deal with the devil, but will that deal burn me in the end?