Chapter:-14

Adom watched Win has the other man ran through the empty streets of Paris. The illusion of the city was barren of life—and odd choice for someone like Win, but perhaps he just did not want the distraction during his daily bit of exercise.

The Devil  sipped his tea, revealing himself as the other man came around the corner. Win slowed down to a stop as he approached. Adom snapped his fingers and another cup appeared opposite him, steam rising from the delicate china.

"What are you doing here?" Win asked and there was a tiredness to his voice that was not just from the exercise.

Adom raised a brow at the tone, but ignored it. "Simply taking in the scenery. I must say, I never thought to hear the sounds of the wind or the chirping of the birds while in Paris."

"I hate running through people." The words were short—clipped, as though he was stewing for a fight. Win had never spoken to him in such a way before.

"Ah, yes I understand," Adom said with an indifferent shrug, gesturing for Win to take a seat. The tiny wrought iron table and chair seemed almost cliche for a paris street bistro. The Angel pulled the chair out and did his best to settle in, though he obviously a tad larger than the set was intended for. Still, Win picked up the steaming beverage and took a sip without another word. If he enjoyed it or not, he didn't show it. Something was clearly off about the Angel.

Adom didn't sigh out loud. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Win shook his head mutinously. "Nothing."

The Devil  felt his eyes narrow dangerously. Usually Win was very embodiment of maturity and good manners. It was rare for Adom  to be reminded of exactly how young the Angel was. "Tell me the problem," he said logically. "And I'll come up with a solution. I can give you anything you desire."

Whatever the Angel craved, Adom would be all too happy to provide it.

"My freedom?" Win asked, expression mildly hopeful.

Except that.

The Devil  gestured around to the city. "You may go anywhere in the world in here," he said.

Win sent him a disdainful look as he set the teacup down. The saucer rattled with the force of the impact, but Adom wouldn't allow Win anger to sway him. "I can not allow you to leave."

The Angel look was incredulous. "Why? You keep me locked up in a single room. I don't know anything about your plans, your palace, or even you, really."

And Adom wished to keep it that way. There were things in his past that would horrify someone as pure as Win.

The Angel  reached out and rested his hand over Adom. "Please."