"I might have beaten you to that. One day, he pushed me too far again. Except now, I could bench press Brick and not break a sweat. I ripped his hands off, crushed his throat and threw him down some stairs. I haven't seen him like that, a demon, since, though he has this bad habit of following me. Or I'm maybe following him. I don't know."

A warning, there, but he'd be able to read between those lines. Jack, somehow, always came back.

And she'd never even met Rhys to know how horribly true that would turn out to be.

But his question catches off guard. Blinking at him and - is she? And for the first time, not just in a long time, but ever, she realises that she is. "Yeah. Yeah, I am okay now. Things are hard, still, I'm not a siren anymore, but yeah. I'm... I'm happy now. I'm free now."