A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 91 – 100
SELENE REALIZATION 2
SELENE FROWN.
After that night with Lucifer, I couldn’t stop thinking of ways to escape. It was like a quiet whisper in my mind that refused to leave me alone.
The plans came in fragments, sneaking up on me during meals, in the middle of a bath, when I was supposed to be resting. All the ways I could slip away, unseen, free.
Yes, I couldn’t deny that my body reacted to Lucifer when he was close—there was something about him that made my senses heighten, an energy I couldn’t ignore.
But when he was gone, when the space around me was empty, the clarity returned. I could remember why I needed to escape.
The first day after he disappeared, I tried to carry on as if it didn’t matter, I stopped going to work, his absence didn’t leave a strange emptiness lingering in the halls.
I busied myself, kept my head down, and didn’t give Mirabel or the maids any reason to ask questions. If they noticed Lucifer’s absence, they didn’t mention it, and I wasn’t about to ask.
By the second day, that hollow feeling gnawed at me with every passing hour.
The silence in the mansion, once comforting, now felt like a heavy shroud. I ate alone, reading to distract myself, but every turn of the page felt hollow.
By the time evening rolled around, I realized I hadn’t managed to think about anything else but him, wondering where he’d gone and when—if—he’d come back.
On the third day, I started avoiding Mirabel and the other servants entirely. Each time I crossed paths with Mirabel, I felt her watchful eyes follow me, a hint of something unsettling lurking behind her gaze.
It made my skin crawl, like she was waiting for me to crack, to reveal some secret I didn’t even understand myself. I didn’t need to give her more to latch onto.
Still, as I moved through the mansion’s empty halls, I couldn’t shake the restlessness. When night fell, I lay awake in bed, unable to settle my thoughts.
I kept glancing at the doorway, almost expecting him to appear and mock my unease with one of his infuriating smirks.
The air felt too still, the silence pressing down on me. Sleep, when it came, was a fragile, fitful thing, broken by dreams I couldn’t remember.
By the fifth day, I’d had enough. I found myself lingering near his study, pretending to wander past, hoping for a sign. Anything. But the door remained closed, and the silence offered no answers.
When a week had passed, my patience was in tatters. I kept expecting to see him, to hear his voice, to feel that magnetic pull the moment he stepped into a room.
I hated the way my heart lurched at the thought of him, the way my body betrayed me with memories of that night, of how close he’d been. It was infuriating, knowing I was left with nothing but silence and questions.
The funeral came and went in a blur, a surreal reminder of how fleeting life could be. I didn’t expect to feel so affected, but it left me with a strange ache, a reminder of things I’d rather forget.
Liam didn’t even bother to reach out, which was another blow in itself. When I finally decided to go to his apartment, it wasn’t even his anymore. Someone else was living there, as if he’d never existed.
The days blurred together after that. Mornings began with forced bites of breakfast, swallowed in silence while Mirabel watched, her cold eyes lingering a second too long.
She barely spoke, only offering short, clipped responses if I asked questions. I could feel her resentment growing, thickening the air between us until I could barely stand it.
Each day, I went through the same motions—eating, bathing, reading anything I could find in the library, trying to fill the hours with something, anything to keep my mind from spiraling.
But no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always drifted back to Lucifer. Where had he gone? Would he even come back? And if he didn’t… what was I supposed to do? Should I leave?
Every night, I’d climb into bed, staring up at the ceiling, willing myself to stop thinking about him, to stop wondering what his absence meant. But it was useless.
The mansion was too quiet, the days too long, and no amount of distraction could shake the feeling that something had shifted, something I couldn’t control.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 91 – 100
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