The Devil
dn't b
atic pulse. He wasn't squeezing, but the threat was absolute. The darkness of the
my n
as entirely different. If I screamed, the guards downstairs would rush up. But if the guards found Julian i
ive. I had to
my throat moving
," I wh
air shattered. The hand around my throat loosened, sliding
d in his chest. "Again," he de
ated, a little l
instead of the brutal assault I expected, his lips brushed against mine. The kiss was soft
ps. "He doesn't deserve you, Sera. He treats you like a possession. A cold, dead trophy. Bu
hological warfare. Julian wasn't just stealing his brother's wife; he was trying
t show eagerness either. I had to be the scared, negle
voice trembling-not entirely fro
the harbor project. He thinks he's so clever, trying to edge me out of the marke
he pocket of his dark coat. The soundessed something cold a
thumb over it. It wa
this?"
ing for a way to clear your father's name, haven't you? You've been playing the dutiful wif
out my father. He knew about my agenda
ted, but my v
im. And I know you want revenge. That drawer contains the evidence you need. The proof that Adrian orchestrated your family's r
I wanted. The evidence. The truth.
h?" I asked, my
a. You let me in. You let me love you. And when I finally destroy my brother and take his empi
in the pitch black, I could
ly. "The power will still be out. The guards
teps retreated across the room, fluid and silent. The door opened and closed with a soft click, and
d just made a deal with the devil. But if the devil was the only one who c
I had the key. I had a twisted, obsessive ally. But as I st
g about me. He knew about my
't know the most im
that I wasn't just plan
ng to destro
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