Chapter 6: SOUL DEALS AND PLOT TWISTS

LIAM'S POV

"About three years back in this world, the man that looked exactly like you tricked me," she said, her voice steady but sharp, her piercing gaze locked onto mine.

I couldn’t help but smile, though it wasn’t because I found it funny. It was more out of genuine surprise. A human tricking a supernatural being? That sounded ridiculous. Impossible, even. But there she stood, staring at me with unwavering certainty, as if daring me to question her words.

Before I could respond, before my lips could even part, she vanished from the bed.

In the blink of an eye.

Gone.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I felt the air shift behind me. I turned my head, and there she was— standing right behind me, so close that I could feel her presence pressing against my back.

"This is not a joke," she said, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "It's serious."

I exhaled slowly, turning around to face her. My heart was pounding slightly, though I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the way she moved— effortless, like a shadow. Or maybe it was the intensity in her eyes, the way they seemed to burn with something beyond human understanding.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "How did he trick you, and why did he do it?"

Mistake crossed her arms, her head tilting slightly as if considering my question. "After Liam— who now calls himself Daniel—was wanted all over New York City, he had no choice but to flee. He ran to India, where he thought he could disappear. And for a while, he did. That was where he met me."

"Through a priest?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

"Through a powerful priest," she corrected, her expression darkening.

I let out a low whistle. "Wow."

Mistake shot me a sharp look, clearly unimpressed with my interruptions. But instead of scolding me, she continued speaking, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

"After a lot of blood sacrifices," she said, her eyes flickering with something unreadable, "I finally appeared before him. And then we struck a deal."

I leaned in slightly. "What was the deal?"

She exhaled loudly, clearly irritated by my interruptions. "I'm going to say it. Just stop interrupting me!"

"You're shouting," I warned, glancing around as if Marcus could suddenly appear. "Marcus is going to hear you."

Mistake smirked. "He can't. Not even see me."

That was both fascinating and terrifying.

"Wow," I mumbled, motioning for her to continue.

She narrowed her eyes at me before speaking again. "The deal was simple. He wanted to be perfect. Never to make a mistake again. In return for this... I would take his soul after ten years."

I frowned. The idea of such a deal was absurd. How could anyone agree to something like that? Trading their soul for perfection?

"I know it sounds unbelievable," Mistake said, reading the doubt on my face with ease. "But it happened. It is real."

I shook my head slightly, trying to process everything she was saying. "Okay... okay. But how am I connected to all of this? Why did you bring me to this world? I'm supposed to be in the past, in my world."

Mistake’s expression shifted, growing colder, more serious.

"After two years, I found out that Daniel had discovered a way to stop me from taking his soul when the time came," she said, her voice laced with something that sounded almost like anger. "That kind of power inside a human is dangerous. If he even thinks about something, it happens."

I felt a chill settle in my bones. "That... that’s insane."

"Interesting," I corrected myself, nodding slowly.

Mistake took a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "I saw your pain," she said softly, "and decided to help you by bringing you to this world."

Her words sent a jolt through me. My pain? What did she mean by that?

She didn’t give me time to ask.

"The Liam of this world doesn’t deserve the Marcus of this world," she continued, her voice like a whisper of fate itself.

I stiffened.

What was she saying?

Mistake stepped even closer, her presence overwhelming, suffocating. "For you to get the Marcus of this world, you must kill the Liam of this world."

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than the last.

"What if I don’t want to?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mistake’s gaze turned ice-cold. "That is the price of the opportunity I gave you."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing.

"Liam, you have no choice," she said firmly. "You have four months to accomplish this mission."

I felt my breath catch in my throat. "And if I don’t?"

Mistake’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "You will regret it," she said simply.

And just like that, she vanished.

I stood there, frozen, unable to move. My thoughts spiraled in a thousand different directions.

Kill the Liam of this world? Take someone else’s place just to have Marcus?

It was insane. It was cruel. It was... impossible.

But even as I told myself all these things, a part of me knew— I had to do it.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt it deep inside my bones.

The only way to have Marcus was to follow Mistake’s orders.

A sudden, sharp knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.

I jumped, my pulse quickening.

I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob before I slowly pulled it open.

And there he was.

Marcus.

"You called me on the phone. Any problem?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for answers.

I didn’t call him.

Daniel did.

And thank God I didn’t pick up.

I stayed silent, my thoughts racing, my body tensed with the weight of everything that had just happened.

Then, without warning, Marcus leaned in— closing the distance between us in a single breath— and kissed me.

My breath hitched.

Warm.

Soft.

Dangerous.

When he pulled back, there was something uncertain in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

No.

No, he wasn’t.

I could see it in his eyes, the way they darkened slightly as if waiting for my reaction.

I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. "No... no," I murmured, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him closer.

And then our lips met again.

And in that moment, as my heart pounded wildly in my chest, my mind screamed at me.

This was it.

This was why I had to do what Mistake asked.

This was why I had to kill the Liam of this world.

Because the only way I could have Marcus...

Was to get rid of the man who didn’t deserve him.

And whether I liked it or not, it seemed like I was going to do it.