A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 121 – 130
A knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts, and I turned to see Mirabel standing in the doorway, her gaze calm, almost gentle. “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice soft.
I nodded, lifting my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. “Yes,” I replied, though I wasn’t entirely sure if I was answering her question or reassuring myself.
She gave a slight nod, stepping aside to let me pass, her eyes lingering on me as I moved down the hallway toward the staircase.
As I descended, the house felt even larger, more imposing, the shadows stretching out around me like silent watchers.
When I reached the bottom, Lucifer and Lucien were waiting. The moment they saw me, without any words, they turned toward the door, clearly ready to get going. I followed, the silence between us heavy, each step amplifying the unspoken tension.
Outside, the car awaited, sleek and dark against the fading daylight.
I climbed in the back, tucking my bags beside me. Lucien and Lucifer exchanged a glance, and Lucien climbed in beside me, much to my surprise.
As the car moved, I tried not to look over at him too obviously, but I noticed the way he seemed to tense up, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
After a few minutes, he subtly scooted closer to the door, making an almost awkward effort to avoid looking in my direction. We arrived in the airport.
The cool air hit me as we stepped inside the bustling terminal, and I quickly matched his brisk pace, taking in the sight of people moving all around us.
It felt overwhelming, but Lucifer hand stayed wrapped around mine, guiding me with a sense of calm authority that somehow made everything feel more manageable.
We passed through security and other formalities swiftly, and before I knew it, we were boarding the plane…. I was meant to sit with Lucien but with his angry gaze and weird reaction, I remain confused.
I realized he was trying to switch seats with Lucifer, avoiding me without any explanation.
I wasn’t sure what had caused this sudden discomfort, but before I could dwell on it, Lucifer turned to me with a slight nod, an unspoken signal that left no room for questions. He reached out, his fingers curling gently around my hand.
“Come,” he murmured, pulling me along with him.
Lucien had disappeared somewhere in the crowd, leaving just Lucifer and me. I expected to settle into a typical seat, but instead, Lucifer led me into the spacious first-class cabin. He didn’t slow down, his grip on my hand firm as he guided me into a secluded section.
There was a spacious seat, or so I thought—until he gestured for me to lie down. The seat was more like a bed, covered in soft blankets and plush pillows.
My head spun, trying to process how we went from the cramped quarters of my aunt’s house to this luxury.
Before I could ask, he slid in beside me, pulling me close as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
I lay there, my head pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his clothes. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me securely against him, my mind barely catching up with what was happening.
“What are you—” I began, my voice low, more breath than sound.
“Shh,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “I’m feeling sleepy.”
There was something almost childlike in the way he said it, as if he could barely keep his eyes open. His hand drifted to my shoulder, holding me close, like I was his personal anchor.
I lay still, the steady rhythm of his breathing oddly comforting, though I couldn’t help feeling hyperaware of how close we were.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 121 – 130
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