A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 161 – 170
Selene was supposed to be a pawn, a piece on the board that I controlled. And yet, with every passing day, she unraveled me in ways I couldn’t explain.
“She is mine,” I said simply. “and you’re a failed child, one I can’t seem to get rid of.”
Anna looked down at her feet, her expression unreadable. For a moment, the room was silent, save for the faint hum of power that always lingered in the air when I was near.
“forgive me father” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The vulnerability in her words made something tighten in my chest, a foreign and unwelcome sensation.
“they is no hate between us” I said, my voice softer now. “But love isn’t something you take. It’s something you earn. And you won’t earn it by playing cruel games.”
Anna looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I just… I just wanted her to notice me,” she said, her voice breaking. “She never does.”
“She notices,” I said, kneeling once more so I could meet her gaze directly. “But you frighten her, Anna. If you want her to see you, to love you, you need to show her the side of you that isn’t consumed by shadows.”
Her lips trembled, and for a moment, I thought she might cry. But then she nodded, her small hands wiping at her eyes.
“I’ll try,” she said, her voice resolute.
“Good,” I said, standing again. “Now go. And remember what I told you.”
She hesitated for a moment, then gave me a small, timid smile before leaving
The room fell silent once more, the air lighter now that she was gone. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.
Selene’s name lingered on my tongue, a silent promise I couldn’t bring myself to say aloud.
She was mine, and I would do whatever it took to protect her—even if it meant protecting her from the parts of myself I could never truly escape.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 161 – 170
LUCIEN SMILED
The amber glow of the bar’s low-hanging lights bathed everything in a haze of warmth. My fingers drummed absently against the polished wood of the counter, the rhythmic taps lost beneath the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses.
I swirled the dark liquid in my glass, staring into its depths as though the answers to all my questions could be found there.
I had been sitting here for hours, unmoving, but my mind was anything but still. A storm brewed inside me—a chaotic mess of anger, resentment, and a bitter sense of duty I could never seem to escape.
The door swung open behind me, and a gust of cold air swept through the room. The chatter paused momentarily, a collective glance toward the newcomer.
“Look who actually came,” I said without turning around, recognizing his presence instantly.
Heavy footsteps approached, deliberate and unhurried. Gabriel slid onto the stool beside me, his piercing eyes fixed on me with an intensity that matched the angelic presence he carried like a shadow.
“What do you suggest, Lucien?” he mumbled, his voice low and edged with suspicion.
I let the corner of my mouth lift in a smirk, taking a slow sip from my glass before setting it down. “You seem tense, Gabriel. Don’t angels ever relax?”
He didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as he leaned forward, his forearms resting on the counter. “I didn’t come here for games. If you have something to say, say it.”
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 161 – 170
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