The Devil

dn't b

atic pulse. He wasn't squeezing, but the threat was absolute. The darkness of the

my n

as entirely different. If I screamed, the guards downstairs would rush up. But if the guards found Julian i

ive. I had to

my throat moving

," I wh

air shattered. The hand around my throat loosened, sliding

d in his chest. "Again," he de

ated, a little l

instead of the brutal assault I expected, his lips brushed against mine. The kiss was soft

ps. "He doesn't deserve you, Sera. He treats you like a possession. A cold, dead trophy. Bu

hological warfare. Julian wasn't just stealing his brother's wife; he was trying

t show eagerness either. I had to be the scared, negle

voice trembling-not entirely fro

the harbor project. He thinks he's so clever, trying to edge me out of the marke

he pocket of his dark coat. The sound

essed something cold a

thumb over it. It wa

this?"

ing for a way to clear your father's name, haven't you? You've been playing the dutiful wif

out my father. He knew about my agenda

ted, but my v

im. And I know you want revenge. That drawer contains the evidence you need. The proof that Adrian orchestrated your family's r

I wanted. The evidence. The truth.

h?" I asked, my

a. You let me in. You let me love you. And when I finally destroy my brother and take his empi

in the pitch black, I could

ly. "The power will still be out. The guards

teps retreated across the room, fluid and silent. The door opened and closed with a soft click, and

d just made a deal with the devil. But if the devil was the only one who c

I had the key. I had a twisted, obsessive ally. But as I st

g about me. He knew about my

't know the most im

that I wasn't just plan

ng to destro

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