"Is it later yet?" Roth asked. Casting him a lingering look, I grinned as I rose fluidly, with a grace I never thought I'd ever be capable of. "Only if you can catch me." Roth rose at once, capturing my hand before I could even take off, threading his fingers through mine. "Already did, Layla." And so he had, a long time ago, when he strutted into a dark alley and took out a Poser demon. Truth be told, I really didn't even want to run. This was love, and love could change people, even if that person was really a demon and the Crown Prince of Hell. "I love you," I told him, and I told him that every day and I would tell him that over and over again. Roth lowered his forehead to mine as he brought our joined hands to his chest, placing them above his heart. "And I love you," he said. "With every breath I take, I will always love you."