A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80
SELENE DECISION (LUCIFER’S FURY 1)
SELENE FROWN.
The morning light crept in through the curtains, but it didn’t bring the peace I thought it would. My eyes fluttered open, and the weight of last night’s events hit me like a ton of bricks.
I stared at the ceiling, replaying everything in my head. After Lucifer left me, I had heard faint growls echoing through the mansion—his voice, unmistakable, deep and angry, as if he were arguing with a group of people.
For hours, I’d strained my ears, trying to make out the words, but they were too muffled to understand. The tension in his tone, though, was clear enough.
Then, just as I had considered going back to sleep, I heard it—low, unmistakable moans coming from Lucifer’s room. My stomach twisted.
He had sent me away just to… entertain whoever had shown up after me? Is that all I was to him? A toy he could dismiss when he found something—or someone—more interesting?
The thought burned through me. What am I to him? His pet? A plaything he could discard whenever he pleased? My fists clenched as I sat up in bed, pushing the sheets off. I needed to get out of here. Away from this mansion. Away from *him*.
This is exactly why I need to leave this place. The only way to escape is to get that admission and leave the country entirely. As far away from this lying bastard as possible.
Just as the thought solidified in my mind, there was a knock at the door. I tensed, but it was only the maids. They came in silently, their eyes downcast as they helped me bathe, as if they sensed the storm brewing inside me. They didn’t speak, and I didn’t either.
After they were done, they left, dropping off a pair of blue trousers and a white fitted long-sleeved top.
I slipped the clothes on, my mind still racing. I tied my hair into a high ponytail, not bothering with makeup or anything extra. I had a mission today, and it didn’t involve looking pretty for Lucifer.
With a final glance in the mirror, I turned and left the room. My footsteps were quiet, but my resolve was loud.
I would not look at him. I would not let him charm me with his smiles or his stupidly perfect face. I had to stay focused.
As I descended the staircase, my eyes landed on Lucifer, seated on the couch in the living room. He was dressed in black, as usual, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes as he held a cup of something—probably coffee—in one hand, while the other casually flipped through a stack of papers. He didn’t look up immediately, but I knew he sensed me. He always did.
“Morning,” I mumbled, my voice sounding colder than I expected. “I’m going out.”
He glanced up, his sharp eyes meeting mine. “You’re in such a hurry.” His voice was soft, like honey, but it made my skin crawl.
Our gazes locked, and I couldn’t help the frown that tugged at my lips. His face was upsetting me more than I wanted to admit. Everything about him—the calm, the ease, the way he acted like nothing had happened—boiled my blood.
“Woah,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “why are you shooting glares my way?”
“I’d like to step out,” I replied, standing as still as I could, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under my skin. I wasn’t going to fall for his smiles today, or his stupid handsome face, or his angelic voice. None of it was going to move me. “May I leave?”
He stood up then, setting the papers down on the table beside him. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink before placing the cup down as well, all the while keeping his eyes on me. “I don’t know,” he said, his lips curling into that same damn smile. “I feel like I did something to offend you.”
“Did you?” I shot back, not letting my expression soften.
His smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew, like this was some sort of game to him. He moved closer, his steps slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. “You’ve been frowning since you came down here,” he said, his voice low, as though he were trying to coax the truth out of me. “I must’ve done something.”
“Did you?” I repeated, my tone sharp.
He tilted his head, still looking at me with those eyes that always seemed to see right through me. “Selene,” he said, his voice soft now, as if trying to be gentle, “did I wrong you somehow?”
I folded my arms across my chest, not budging. He was so close now I could feel his presence like a shadow hovering over me. I could smell his cologne—a mix of something dark and rich, like cedar and leather.
Normally, that scent would have made me weak in the knees. But right now, it just made me sick. Angry that someone else got to inhale that, see him naked.
“I’d like to leave,” I repeated, each word clipped and cold.
He didn’t move back. Instead, he studied my face, his expression unreadable. “Selene,” he said again, softer this time. “Talk to me.”
My jaw tightened. He always did this—acted like he cared, like he was concerned about my feelings. But he didn’t care. If he did, he wouldn’t have sent me out last night. He wouldn’t have invited whoever that was into his room.
“I have nothing to say to you,” I finally muttered, turning my head to the side, unable to look at him any longer.
He reached out then, his fingers grazing my chin as he gently tilted my head back toward him. “I think you do,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine.
I slapped his hand away before I could stop myself. “Don’t touch me,” I hissed, stepping back.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80
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