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Chapter 6 — The Devil’s Bed

Author: Doona
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-02 06:29:33

The house feels wrong with him in it.

It’s too quiet. Every sound is sharper now—the click of my shoes against marble, the creak of the hallway floor, the slow pulse of a clock I’ve ignored for years. Even the walls seem to listen.

I tell myself I brought him here to keep him contained. To keep an eye on him.

But I know that’s a lie.

I could’ve left him in the safehouse basement where my men found him. I could’ve handed him over to Dominic and been done with it. But when they dragged Rafe through the rain and dropped him at my feet, beaten, trembling, looking at me with those eyes like he was waiting to die—

something in me fractured.

So I kept him.

Now he’s upstairs in one of the guest rooms at the far end of the east wing. A room with no lock on the inside.

It’s been five days since that night.

Five days of watching him move like a shadow through my house—too silent, too calm, like he’s waiting for the ground to collapse beneath him.

He doesn’t speak unless I make him. Doesn’t eat u
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