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Chapter 97 - Bloodlines and Breadcrumbs
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The Devil's Game Chapter 99 - The Note Beneath the Door
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the smile sliding just a little too smoothly into a more serious line. “I’m not your enemy. You need to understand that.”“But you work for Lucian.”“And Lucian isn’t here,” he said, voice suddenly softer. “He left me in charge. And I have some… liberties, let’s say.”Ayra’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of liberties?”He shrugged, but didn’t answer directly. Instead, he stood and walked to the small phonograph in the corner. With a few clicks and turns, soft instrumental music spilled into the room. Classical. Something slow and rich with nostalgia.“I thought we might dance,” he said casually.Ayra blinked. “Excuse me?”“Just a moment. It might lift your mood.”She stood up, placing the teacup down. “That’s not why you came.”“No,” he admitted, stepping closer. “But it’s why I’m staying.”He extended a hand. Ayra hesitated, instinct screaming caution. But part of her—a lonely part—ached to escape the cold silence of her day-to-day. If
The Devil's Game Chapter 98 - The Call in the Quiet
“Cameras, creaking doors, those little hallway mics. Nothing,” Boris added, as if to reassure him. “She’s sharp, but not paranoid. Yet.”Lucian exhaled, the tension in his chest easing a notch. “Good. That’s good.”The silence between them stretched a little.“She’s... settling in,” Boris said, more softly this time. “She still has that fire, don’t get me wrong. But it’s a quieter fire now. She hasn’t broken anything.”Lucian’s gaze flicked to the darkening skyline. “I don’t want her treated like a prisoner.”“She’s not.”“I’m serious, Boris.”“I know.” Another pause, then Boris added, “The staff—well, they’re keeping their distance, but that’s expected. You did... you know... set the tone.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”“You brought her in like a storm cloud and chained her to the lightning rod. That kind of introduction doesn’t breed trust in the help.”Lucian didn’t respond to that.“You left a vacuum when you left,” Boris continued, his voice laced with something tha
The Devil's Game Chapter 97 - Bloodlines and Breadcrumbs
Lucian leaned back in the leather chair of the jet, a half-empty crystal tumbler of scotch resting in his hand. The tablet in front of him projected the latest figures from the Dalvani mining site in Korvenia, a small republic torn between crumbling governments and desperate investors. Profits were up. Labor compliance was down. The usual dance.Across from him sat Fernando Russo, his sharp features made sharper by age and wealth. He was dressed in his signature beige three-piece suit, as immaculate as always, even under the tremble of turbulence."They've secured the northern ridge," Fernando said, tapping a manicured finger on the graph. "Low yield, but the rock beneath is denser than the rest. Might hit silver if we go deeper."Lucian gave a distracted nod, then sipped. "And the southern passage?""A bust. Sand and clay. I've ordered the equipment shifted by next week. Logistics is handling the route through Belgrave to keep it off the books.""Good."The silence settled between the
The Devil's Game Chapter 96 - Invisible Act
It happened in an instant.The porcelain cup slipped from Ayra’s hand, striking the polished hallway floor with a sound that echoed like a gunshot through the still corridor.Shatter.She froze. The shards sprawled like bone-white teeth against the tile, fragments catching the soft light from the chandelier above. A thin trail of tea arced out in a spill across the floor, already cooling.Ayra stared at the mess, her heart skipping once. Not because she feared the punishment.But because of what came next.Nothing.Not a footstep. Not a breath. Just the brittle hush of this too-perfect place.She sank to her knees, fingers curling instinctively to gather the broken pieces. Sharp edges scraped against the pads of her fingertips.She hesitated and looked up.Down the corridor to her right, a maid stood with a folded towel in hand. A young woman, maybe in her twenties—Ayra had seen her before, dusting the west stairwell with methodical precision. Their eyes met for a brief second. Ayra op
The Devil's Game Chapter 95 - The Night Flame
The door creaked open. Darkness inside.She slipped in, shut the door behind her, and flicked on a wall switch.A pool of warm yellow light bloomed above the counters.The kitchen was pristine. Cold marble counters. Cast iron pots hanging from ceiling hooks. Jars of preserved fruits lined the shelves. Everything looked untouched since the afternoon—though Ayra could see someone had removed several labels from the storage jars. Odd.Her fingers moved quickly. She grabbed a skillet, a fresh onion, an egg, butter. Every movement was loud in the stillness. She didn’t care. Let them hear.She cracked the egg into the pan with a hiss of butter and started chopping. She found leftover rice in a sealed container and set it to fry.The smell of browning food filled the space. Her stomach twisted in anticipation.That’s when the door slammed open.Ayra froze.The cook stood in the doorway. A large man, bald, with stained sleeves and an apron still tied around his waist. His eyes widened when he
The Devil's Game Chapter 94 - Tired of Waiting
Ayra arched a brow. “Did Lucian send you to check if I’d eaten the wallpaper yet?”“Lucian,” Boris said, drawing the word out like something foul, “is currently off breaking someone else’s spirit for once. I’m here because I have this.”He held up a napkin-wrapped bundle and a thermos. The scent hit her like a thunderclap—warm, savory, sharp with herbs and butter. Food.Her stomach snarled like an angry dog.Ayra blinked. “Where did you get that?”“Stole it,” he said, voice lowered dramatically. “Like a thief in the night. Kitchen was practically under martial law. But I slipped in through the butler’s pantry. Risked my life. Lost a toe.”She smirked despite herself.Boris extended the food slightly. “You want it or should I just cry over it in the hallway and eat it dramatically?”She opened the door fully.And then paused.The food smelled amazing.But this wasn’t a fairytale. And she hadn’t survived this long by trusting someone just because he could crack a joke.“Is this… from you
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