Locked in the Devil's Deal의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

The walls were drawing near.With the tight passage narrowing around them and the flickering chandeliers overhead shedding shattered light that barely reached the oppressive blackness closing in from all sides, Emery's breath came in harsh, shallow gasps. The shaky warmth of Alex's skin beneath her fingers was vanishing as she held on to his wrist.Not slipping, please. fading.His outline was distorted by jagged static as his appearance flashed like a poor signal on an old television. His features shifted and bent, his face blurring at the corners, as though the house itself were attempting to obliterate him.Emery tightened her hold and said, "Stay with me." Desperate to keep him grounded and grounded, her nails drove into his skin. However, it was insufficient. In the morning sun, his body was thinning like mist.The hum started off as a faint sensation that slithered through the walls and was nearly undetectable. Then it intensified, a droning lament that sank into their brains li

Gazing at the home, Emery stood at the edge of the overgrown walkway, breathing irregularly. It towered over her, unaltered but somehow heavier, as though the air itself had grown thicker over time. Beneath her skin, the mark on her wrist pulsed, a slow, repetitive throb. It tightened like a summons, or a warning, and felt nearly alive.She took a deep breath. Her entire being begged her to turn back and go while she could. Her feet, however, stayed planted, pulled forward by an unseen thread.The entrance door then squeaked open.She felt a chill go through her. The house had already determined that she was coming in even though she hadn't touched it or even walked upon the porch.From the gloomy inside came a chilling gust of air that smelt of damp wood and something sharp and metallic. She thought, Blood, but that didn't make sense.After only one more minute of hesitation, Emery entered.The house was not deserted anymore.The crumbling walls and dusty flooring she recalled were g

Emery turned back to the door, her breath catching. The one through which she had just passed. The one that ought to have remained. However, it wasn't. She raised shaky fingers to the spot where the door had been, her pulse hammering in her ears. Rather than cool wood, her fingertips stroked the solid wall—smooth, flawless, as though there had never been an entrance.Her heart thumping, she stepped back. This was not feasible. She had just come in. She had just come in.She shoved the panic down her throat and let out a sharp exhale through her nose. Another way out had to exist. She turned to face the windows, which had heavy velvet curtains that seemed to be swaying gently in the presence of an invisible breeze.She ran to the closest one, clutching the edges and pulling the cloth away. Her chest tightened each breath. She was wrong about what she saw outdoors.The roadway wasn't it. It wasn't the wrought iron fence she had just passed or the overgrown yard. Rather, she recognised h

The blackness was heavy and oppressive, pressing down on Emery like a living thing. The air seemed heavy, coiled like invisible snakes around her. Every breath she drew seemed to have been snatched from the solitude and belong to someone else. Then... A murmur.Gentle, purposeful. It touched her ear so closely. Her pulse pounded in her throat as she tensed up. She hadn't felt her own breath. The heavy air had not been moved by her own body. Then the contact occurred. Her wrist was grazed by slender, skeleton fingers that curled around it. Not dragging. not restraint. Making a claim. A path of numbness crept through her skin like ink in water, a creeping caress as cold as the dead. Her body resisted her attempts to draw her hand away. Something stuck in her throat like a silent scream. Then there was a spark. Across the room, a candle flickered to life, its little light protesting the oppressive darkness. The faint light seeping across the floors toward the vanity, the only piece

When he raised her chin and made her look into his eyes, Emery's breath caught. Around them, the ballroom dimmed into a haze of flickering shadows and candlelight.His dark, unending eyes scanned hers, eager, almost desperate."Prove it if you are really mine," he said, lightly brushing his fingertip across her jawline.In her ears, her pulse thundered.She wasn't his.Aurelia wasn't her.Nevertheless, she felt a shudder that was all too familiar due to the weight of his touch and the way his breath slipped over her lips. Too well-known.Reason struggled with her heart.She ought to push him away. Demand responses. Run.However, another factor took over.A pull, stronger than reason, stronger than terror. It felt like it should have been hers, yet it was a whisper from the past.Her lips touched his before she had a chance to think.A gentle, inquisitive squeeze of warmth.Then there was a surge.Like a tsunami, it crashed into her. As though they had always been buried in the marrow