A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90
LUCIFER FROWN.
The clock ticked on, and my patience, thin as it was, began to fray. I stared at the time, then back at the silent. Selene should have been back hours ago. I should hurry back to her.
My fingers twitched, tapping restlessly as irritation simmered beneath the surface, why do I get the feeling that she isn’t in the mansion, at least not yet.
A muffled groan brought me back to the present, my attention drifting down to the two lifeless bodies sprawled on the floor, blood splattering across my hands and dripping in quiet motion. Lucien, ever the silent shadow, stepped forward, breaking the moment of simmering silence.
“Your handkerchief, my lord.” He offered it to me, his voice perfectly composed. As if two bloodied corpses at my feet was a trivial scene he witnessed daily.
I took it, wiping away the streaks of blood that had smeared across my face. It was a habit—one I barely noticed anymore. A quiet nod was all I gave in return.
“Mirabel informed me of Selene’s absence,” he added, watching as I continued to clean my hands. “She still hasn’t returned.”
The irritation that had been simmering turned into something colder, sharper. “Where could she be?”
Lucien’s expression was unreadable, but his brows lifted in silent implication. “We both know where she is. Or rather, who she’s with.”
The memory of her telling me about that human boy, that Liam, flashed through my mind, igniting something raw and possessive. I’d warned her, hadn’t I? I had made it perfectly clear not to test the boundaries of my tolerance. And now she was testing them.
A smile crept onto my face, slow and venomous, but it quickly faded. Lucien noticed, his gaze flickering with something akin to surprise. He was right; it was rare for me to lose my composure, even rarer for the smile to slip entirely.
“I gave her permission to leave,” I murmured, my voice cold. “But not to stay this late. It seems she has forgotten that detail.”
Lucien tilted his head, studying me with cautious interest. “What are you planning?”
A dark satisfaction pooled in my chest. “I think it’s time to teach her a lesson. After all, disobedience deserves punishment, wouldn’t you agree?”
The corner of my mouth lifted as Lucien inclined his head, his eyes glinting with silent understanding. “Shall I prepare the car?”
“Do. We’re leaving at once.”
He glanced at the bodies, but I dismissed his concern with a wave. “Leave them. Those fools won’t be able to trace it to me. They never do.”
Moments later, I slid into the car, Lucien at the wheel, and we drove through the darkened streets, each mile stoking the fire that simmered within me.
It was almost amusing—the way this girl, this fragile human, managed to ignite such fury and intrigue. But Selene would learn tonight just how far my tolerance extended. She was mine, after all. And mine alone.
When we reached the apartment, I stepped out of the car, the weight of intent settling over me like a shadow. I approached the door, and without bothering to knock, I pushed it open with a quiet, forceful precision.
A whisper of a spell ensured no sound escaped, and the door yielded under my hand, allowing me entrance without a single creak.
The murmur of voices drifted from down the hall, and I followed the sound with slow, deliberate steps. It led me to a bedroom door left slightly ajar, and as I approached, my eyes adjusted to the dim light.
There she was, sitting with him—Liam—her face filled with an emotion I recognized as pleading, vulnerable.
But her next words tore through the thin thread of composure I had left.
“Let’s have sex.”
It was like watching a fragile string snap, the tension giving way to a savage satisfaction. They hadn’t noticed me yet, but I wasn’t about to wait. Seeing enough of her stupidity, I step in.
“Selene.”
My voice, a quiet murmur, sliced through the air. Both of them froze, turning to face me, and I took in the scene with a dark satisfaction.
Her eyes widened, and for a heartbeat, I savored the fear that replaced the defiance in her gaze. Liam, poor fool, looked ready to confront me, but his bravery faltered as he took in the cold, controlled fury etched on my face.
I stepped fully into the room, gaze fixed on Selene, my words dripping with scorn. “Do you care for your little boyfriend so much?”
Her mouth opened, words trapped behind her shock.
“Do you want to see him dead?” I continued, my voice soft but lethal, each word a promise wrapped in quiet venom.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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