A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
LUCIFER’S ANGER 1
SELENE OPEN HER EYES.
I woke up to the feel of dampness on my cheeks, and it took me a second to realize I’d been crying even in my sleep. My chest still ached, the weight of everything from last night pressing down on me like a stone.
I pulled in a long, shuddering breath, letting the silence of the morning sink into me as I tried to shake off the lingering ache and still my racing heart.
It took a few more deep breaths before I could sit up. I wiped my face, almost angry with myself for still feeling so fragile. With a final shaky sigh, I swung my legs over the bed and walked to the bathroom, determined to wash away the remnants of last night.
I scrubbed my skin, over and over, as though I could erase him from me, cleanse myself of the scent of him that still clung to my skin. But no matter how hot the water, no matter how hard I tried, a small part of me wondered if I would ever really forget.
Stepping out, I wrapped myself in a towel, feeling a strange mixture of emptiness and resolve. It was over. I wouldn’t let him have this control over me. I chose a blue dress, something light and unassuming, and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I didn’t care to dress up, didn’t care if I looked the part. I only wanted to reclaim myself, piece by piece.
As I made my way downstairs, I kept my face calm, hiding the turmoil twisting in my stomach. Breakfast was a necessary ritual here—a chance for us all to pretend we weren’t at war with our own desires. When I entered the dining room, my heart stuttered as my eyes met his.
The brief glance was enough to remind me of everything, to make my heart clench painfully in my chest. But before I could even look away, he did. It was subtle, barely a shift, but he turned from me, breaking our gaze. It was the first time Lucifer had looked away from me.
A sick feeling twisted in my gut. Was last night really so insignificant to him? Had it really meant nothing at all?
I forced myself to sit down, the hurt sinking deeper with every second of silence. The clinking of silverware felt loud in the quiet as he continued to ignore me, as though I weren’t even here.
It was like a knife in my chest, twisting cruelly with every second. The silence built, growing thicker, suffocating. Each bite of food turned to ash in my mouth as I watched him sit there, unbothered, as if nothing had happened.
Finally, the silence became too much. Anger bubbled up, so fierce that I couldn’t control it. I slammed my hand down on the table, the sound echoing around us. Lucifer’s gaze snapped to me, startled, but he said nothing.
“Is this how you’re going to act?” My voice trembled, louder than I intended. “You’re really going to avoid me?”
He just looked at me, his expression unreadable, as if my outburst barely registered. The lack of response only made the anger grow, boiling over in me.
“You still refuse to talk?” I pushed, my voice rising, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Selene.” He finally spoke, his tone low, steady. But there was something there, something I couldn’t quite grasp.
His lack of an answer, the quiet patience in his gaze—it infuriated me. “Are you going to explain why you left yesterday without a single word? Are you going to act like last night didn’t happen?” My voice cracked, betraying the hurt I’d tried so hard to hide. I rose to my feet, standing over him, waiting for some kind of reaction, some acknowledgment. Anything.
“Selene,” he said again, his brow furrowing, voice edged with irritation now. “Sit down and stop talking.”
I froze, stunned. The coldness of his words cut me deeper than I wanted to admit. I took a shaky breath, clinging to the scraps of my dignity, but I couldn’t hold back any longer.
The walls I’d put up around myself, the resolve to ignore him—all of it crumbled. I didn’t even wait to hear him out. Without another word, I turned on my heel and left the dining room, my fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms.
I didn’t stop walking until I was outside, the fresh air hitting me like a slap. My anger was a storm, wild and uncontained, and I barely noticed where I was going until I stumbled into the garden. I felt a sharp pain in my throat, a knot I couldn’t swallow down as I tried to control the sob that rose up from somewhere deep and raw inside me.
The tears started again, hot and stinging, and this time I didn’t stop them. I let them fall, my chest heaving as I leaned against the garden wall, trying to catch my breath.
I felt so… small, so utterly used, like some discarded thing. My fingers found the petals of a flower nearby, clenching around them until they crumbled in my hand. Why did I care so much? Why did his indifference feel like a knife to the heart?
It wasn’t just about last night. It was how he looked at me, how he seemed to pull me close only to push me away, how he tore down every wall I tried to put up only to ignore me the moment I reached for him.
I hated him. I hated that he made me feel like this, torn between wanting him and hating him, between anger and something else, something that scared me.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
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