"You are probably right," she remarked with a tiny smirk, gingerly rising from the chair. "He has likely more energy than the two of us combined."
"Definitely more than you," Kade replied with a slight chuckle, turning back around to finish the clean-up duties. "Me, I could match him for days."
The brunette demoness nodded as she made her way toward the doorway. "I remember." Not that it'd been long enough that she forgot. Not that she ever could, even if she wanted to. Pausing, she turned back slightly. "And Kade?" She waited until he looked back to her. "Thanks."
His brow furrowed. "For what?"
For all sorts of reasons, really. All of them bouncing around in her head like a jar of spilled super balls. Perhaps some were even made up. Regardless, she knew them all, every single reason, but she had no real way to answer him in a way that did him justice.
She smiled softly. "Just.. thanks." With that, she headed toward the stairs.
Once she managed to get to the top of the staircase, which took much longer than she had anticipated, Devilz Child felt everything drain away. Knowing what was coming, she forced herself to keep walking, making her way to the master bedroom. As soon as that door closed behind her, all the energy faded, all the adrenalin died, and she felt weaker than she had all day.
It took everything she had left to cross through the gigantic room to the balcony. Out on that stone ledge, she dropped down, her back leaning heavily against the hard railing as she looked back into the room. That bed.. it was incredibly inviting, soft and safe and definitely not surrounded by darkness and pain. It was given to her out of respect and chivalry, not forced upon her in hopes of killing her slowly and with extreme torture.
That was a lie. It may not have been given to her with that intention, but looking at it was slowly tearing her apart inside.
He had said he wanted what was best for Dominic. That he hadn't started anything with anyone new because he didn't know where they stood, and he'd not confuse Dom without knowing anything himself, or so he implied with such a statement. She felt her soul lighten at the very idea of being with her child every moment she could. That should give her a little hope, but it filled her with an odd sadness, too. He wanted her there for their son.
Never did he say he wanted her there simply because he wanted her to be there.
For that reason alone, Devilz Child decided to not touch that bed again. She'd rather sleep out on the balcony than get her hopes up for something she might have lost a long time ago.
The demoness brought her arms tiredly around her upheld knees, pillowing her cheek against them as she waited for the exhaustion to take her over. Instead of dozing off, she found herself beginning to tear up, felt the weight of the day and all that she had been through in the past several months finally creeping up on her.
She was powerless against the cry she had been holding back since the moment she left so very long ago.