A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
LUCIFER FROWN.
The bar reeked of cheap alcohol, sweat, and desperation. The thumping bass of the music reverberated through the floor, matching the pounding irritation in my chest as I scanned the dimly lit room.
My eyes darted over the crowd of swaying bodies, the raucous laughter, and the clinking of glasses.
I couldn’t believe I had let this situation escalate to this point. Selene had called me, slurring her words, babbling incoherently about drinks and dancing.
It was enough to drive me here, though I couldn’t entirely explain the pull she had over me—or why it bothered me so much to think of her like this.
And then I saw her.
Selene sat in a booth near the back, leaning precariously toward Lucien as if she might slide into his lap any moment.
She was laughing, her head thrown back, her eyes shimmering with alcohol-fueled giddiness. She looked radiant and maddening all at once, her hair tumbling over her shoulders like a dark, wild halo.
Lucien, the traitorous idiot, smirked at something she said, clearly enjoying her attention far too much.
Jealousy roared in my chest, hot and undeniable. My fists clenched as I moved through the crowd, my eyes locked on her like a predator zeroing in on its prey.
When I was just a few steps away, she looked up and noticed me. Her expression shifted instantly, lighting up with unmistakable excitement. She pushed herself out of the booth and stumbled toward me, her movements unsteady but determined.
“Lucifer!” she called, her voice bright and warm.
She stopped just in front of me, her lips curving into an exaggerated pout. “You’re late.”
I raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to smile. “You called me. Did you expect me to materialize here instantly?”
She crossed her arms, tilting her head like a petulant child. “Yes. Isn’t that what devils do? Poof! Here one second, gone the next.”
I leaned down slightly, my face mere inches from hers. “Careful, Selene. You’re treading dangerous territory.”
Her pout deepened, and she reached out, poking my chest with her finger. “You’re always so serious. Lighten up, Lucifer. Have a drink! Dance a little!”
My gaze softened despite myself. She was so unguarded like this, so completely opposite of the wary, closed-off girl I was used to. And yet, it made me smile.
“I don’t dance,” I said, my voice low.
“Oh, come on,” she said, giggling. “Even the devil needs to have fun sometimes.”
“Selene,” I said, my tone sharper now. “You’re drunk.”
She frowned, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that was almost endearing. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” I said, glancing past her at Lucien, who was watching us with an infuriatingly smug expression. “And you shouldn’t be here.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, I thought she might argue. Instead, she sighed dramatically, swaying closer to me. “Fine. You’re no fun anyway.”
“Let’s get you out of here,” I said, placing a hand on her lower back to guide her toward the door.
As we stepped outside, the cool night air hit us, and she tilted her head back, closing her eyes with a contented sigh. “Ah, freedom.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking my head. “You make it sound like I’ve imprisoned you.”
She opened one eye, peeking at me. “Haven’t you?”
“Hardly,” I said, my hand still lightly resting on her back.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
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