Signed the Devil’s contract
I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.
"I want to stop being afraid of the truth," I said. "I want us to figure out how to tell the children, when we're ready. I want Scott to face what he did, properly, not just quietly disappear from your company with his reputation intact." My grip tightened on his hands. "And I want you. Somehow, despite everything, I still want you."
Something in his face broke open at that; relief, disbelief, a gratitude too large for words. He pressed his forehead to our joined hands, and I fe