A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 121 – 130
RELOCATION TO NEW YORK 2
SELENE EXHALE.
Descending the stairs felt heavier tonight, as though each step brought with it a weight I couldn’t quite shake. The grand hallway stretched out below me, vast and silent, a quiet that was far from comforting.
Usually, the low hum of distant conversations or the faint echoes of footsteps gave this place life. Tonight, though, the stillness felt almost unnatural.
As I reached the dining hall, I saw Lucifer already seated at the head of the table. He looked as he often did—imposing, collected, like someone who held more secrets than words.
But tonight, he was different. His gaze wasn’t on me or even the food in front of him; it seemed distant, absorbed in something far away.
For a man who often carried himself with such assuredness, such presence, this subdued version of him was almost unnerving.
I took my seat across from him, glancing down at the array of food before us. Normally, Lucifer would say something to fill the quiet—a quip, a comment about my dress, me to sit on his lap, or a question that made me think he somehow knew more about my thoughts than I did.
But tonight, he offered nothing, only a silence that stretched between us, thick and heavy.
In another life, this silence might have felt like relief. But with him, I’d grown accustomed to his voice—the low, velvety cadence that could turn the most weird statements into something layered with intrigue.
And even though I was relieved to have space for my thoughts, part of me found myself waiting, almost hoping, for him to speak.
The only sounds in the room were the faint clink of silverware, the occasional tap of a glass, the muted scraping of forks against our plates.
Each sound seemed to echo in the silence, filling the space with a strange tension, as if the air itself was holding its breath.
I tried to focus on my food, but my gaze kept drifting up, searching for some change in his expression, some sign of what was holding his attention.
He didn’t seem to notice, his gaze fixed on his plate, his face an unreadable mask. I wondered what he was thinking about, what was so consuming that he couldn’t even acknowledge my presence.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement. Mirabel stepped into the room, her presence as discreet and graceful as ever.
She crossed the floor in near silence, coming to a halt beside Lucifer, her head inclined as she murmured something in his ear.
Her voice was too low for me to hear, a secret shared only between them. I watched him closely, searching his face for any hint of a reaction, but he remained as impassive as ever.
Mirabel’s whisper ended, and she withdrew, her eyes flickering to me briefly before she retreated back into the shadows, leaving the room as quietly as she had come.
There was something about the way she looked at me, something unreadable, almost curious, as if she was trying to gauge my reaction. But to what?
Finally, Lucifer lifted his gaze to meet mine. His face softened into that familiar, enigmatic smile, though his eyes held something deeper, something I couldn’t quite place. “We’re headed to New York tonight,” he announced, his tone as calm as ever, as if he were discussing the weather.
I blinked, taken aback. “What?”
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady, his voice taking on a slight edge. “Do not argue with me, Selene. I do not have the patience for it any longer.”
I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that I wasn’t even planning to argue, but the words died on my lips as he lifted a hand, silencing me with a single look.I watched the intensity in his gaze.
“Good girl,” he murmured, more to himself than to me, his voice carrying a faint trace of approval. There was something unsettling about the way he said it, something that made my heart race just a little faster.
Then, without warning, he rose from his seat, the chair scraping softly against the floor as he moved around the table. I could feel his presence close behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder.
I held my breath, my entire body tensing as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the side of my neck.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 121 – 130
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