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Chapter 62 - Playing with Fire
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The Devil's Game Chapter 124 - Whisper of Something More
The garden had quickly become a place where silence turned soft, where tension dissolved into something gentler—something nearly peaceful.It started with breakfast.Lucian had never joined her before. For weeks, Ayra had eaten in the eastern wing’s solarium, a place soaked in morning light and perfumed with citrus trees. The table was always set. A guard always stationed at the door. She would sit with her tea, her fruit, her silence.Then one morning, he was there.Seated already, sipping dark coffee, poring over an old dossier. He looked up when she entered, his gaze unreadable."You’re late," he said. Not coldly. Not mockingly. Just… speaking.Ayra raised an eyebrow but took her seat across from him. She said nothing.They ate in silence.But the next day, he was there again. And the next.Eventually, they spoke—little things. The weather. A passing comment about the guards. A rare joke from Lucian that left her blinking, then chuckling softly. And he would smirk, looking away lik
The Devil's Game Chapter 123 - Little Changes
A hairpin might work, she thought, fingers going to her braid. She untangled a clip, twisted it into shape, and began fiddling with the lock. Her movements were precise—muscle memory from when she'd once been desperate enough to learn how to escape.The lock clicked halfway—"I could’ve just given you the key."Her head snapped up.Lucian stood in the shadow of a pillar, arms crossed. The late sun painted him in gold and crimson, casting harsh lines across his jaw. His voice was calm, but she could sense the tension lurking beneath it.Ayra rose slowly, brushing her skirt smooth. "I didn’t know you were back."He stepped closer, eyeing the half-jammed lock, then her makeshift pick. "Apparently, you didn’t know I locked that for a reason."Her brows furrowed. "Is it dangerous?"He glanced toward the greenhouse. "Not in the way you’re thinking."She followed his gaze. The gardenias had begun to shift gently in the breeze, catching the light. Their whiteness seemed almost ethereal. Ayra
The Devil's Game Chapter 122 - The Garden
Ayra woke to the scent of citrus and sunlight.It took her a moment to register the difference. The sheets were softer. The bed was wider. The room—too still, too quiet—was not the one she’d fallen asleep in.Her eyes darted across unfamiliar surroundings: pale cream walls trimmed in gold, long velvet curtains fluttering in the morning breeze, and an open balcony that revealed an expansive sea view. A single vase of white orchids sat on a marble-topped table nearby. No machines. No flickering monitors. No hum of a generator or distant yelling of soldiers.This was not the medical tent.She sat up too quickly, her head pounding in response. A nurse—young, silent, efficient—appeared almost instantly from the side door and offered her water."You are safe," the girl said softly, as if trying not to spook her. "Mr. Lucian brought you here last night. This is his private coastal villa. You’re under his protection now."His villa?Ayra drank, the cool water soothing her throat but not her tu
The Devil's Game Chapter 121 - Decisions Made For Family Ties
Boris stepped into the office, expecting the usual dim lighting and quiet hum of screens—but stopped short when he saw Lucian seated behind the desk.Lucian rarely used this particular room, tucked deep in the east wing of the estate. It was a relic space, lined with books instead of monitors, maps instead of touchscreens. It had once belonged to their grandfather. A place for reflection, not war.Yet Lucian sat there now, back ramrod straight, fingers steepled, and his eyes—those glacial gray eyes—were fixed squarely on Boris."Close the door," Lucian said.The chill in his voice cut through the late afternoon warmth. Boris hesitated, then obeyed, the heavy oak clicking shut behind him. He straightened, adjusting his jacket. "You’re back early. I wasn’t informed—""You lied to me."Three words. Quiet. Deadly. Lucian didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.Boris didn’t flinch. He spread his hands in a show of calm. "Lucian, if this is about Ayra—""It is."Silence bloomed between th
The Devil's Game Chapter 120 - A New Start
The Wendell agents must have parked it for extraction—either for the handler or for Eleanor. It didn’t matter. Luck, finally, had dealt him a single card.He half-carried Ayra to the car, every step jarring his stabbed arm. When he got to the door, he yanked it open with one hand and slumped her into the backseat, her limp body settling with a thud that made him wince. He climbed into the front, hotwired the engine in seconds, and the vehicle snarled awake.Dust exploded beneath the tires as Lucian pulled away, the SUV tearing across the cracked remnants of a forgotten service road. The sun was already melting into the horizon, casting long shadows that danced with their flight.Ayra stirred in the backseat. Her head shifted, her lips moved."Lucian…?"His hands tightened on the wheel. He glanced into the rearview mirror and saw her eyes, half-lidded, barely tracking movement."You’re safe now," he said quietly. "Just breathe.""Where…" she whispered, "where are we...?""Far from them.
The Devil's Game Chapter 119 - Getting to Ayra
The desert wind had shifted.Lucian’s vehicle skidded to a stop just outside the rusted gates of the derelict train station, its tires grinding against sand-coated gravel. He stepped out into a world tense with silence, every instinct on edge. His boots hit the cracked concrete platform in hard, deliberate strides. He didn’t wait for backup.The air was thick with the ghost of engine exhaust. Something had moved here—recently. And fast.Lucian stepped through the archway into the main station hall just in time to hear the faintest echo of movement.Then came the unmistakable *click* of a gun safety being disengaged.He dove sideways, just as the first shot rang out. Plaster exploded from the wall behind him.“Ambush!” he shouted into his comm, though the signal was already being jammed.From behind crates and broken turnstiles, Wendell agents opened fire. Tactical, swift, silent. Lucian moved like a predator uncaged. His pistol barked once—twice—and a shadow dropped. Another lunged a
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