Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

When you’re alive, you don’t dwell on how you’re going to spend your time once you’re dead. You just figure you’re gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.Or you think you’re not really going to die. You’re going to be the first person in the history of the world who doesn’t have to. Maybe that’s some kind of lie our brains tell us to keep us from going crazy while we’re alive.

I could see Sulla showing her the Cards of Providence, the cards that would one day form the spread that showed her my death.