Semua Bab The Devil In A Suit: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Third POVCassiel stood in the center of the dark, quiet old laboratory, the low hum of electricity barely audible under the eerie silence. His eyes didn’t waver from the man seated across the rusting steel table. The man who had once been Emiliano’s trusted physician. The man who now held Julian’s fate in his bloodstained hands.Moreau.Enzo paced like a caged beast behind Cassiel, his fists clenched and his jaw ticking in restrained fury.“Where’s the antidote?” Enzo snapped, walking right up to Moreau and slamming both palms onto the table, making the old man flinch slightly. “You created that poison. Don’t act surprised it came back to you.”Moreau chuckled, the sound slow, low, and irritating. “Of course it did. And you think marching in here like this is going to intimidate me?” He leaned forward with a mocking tilt of his head. “You're not in your kingdom, Cassiel.”Cassiel didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were locked onto Moreau with calm precision.

Third POVCassiel parked the black SUV right in front of the rusted iron gates leading into Moreau’s lab—an isolated, cold facility deep within an unregistered perimeter of the city. He stepped out without haste, shutting the door and taking a moment to scan the surroundings. The building loomed ahead like a forgotten fortress, vines crawling up its walls, windows tinted black.The night air was sharp, biting through his jacket, but Cassiel remained unaffected. From the inside of his coat, he retrieved a compact square device, no bigger than a thumb. He crouched near the rear of the vehicle and stuck the sensor to the chassis, directly above the fuel line. Once it blinked green, he pressed a sequence on his phone, activating it. The device would signal his phone the moment the car’s lock was breached or moved. It would also detonate upon his signal—an insurance policy.Cassiel didn’t look back as he walked into the entrance, the heavy metal doors sliding open with a groa

Third POVJulian’s fingers curled into the blanket.Lucian added softly, “He asked us to take care of you. All of us. He trusts us.”Julian stared at the far wall for a long while, jaw clenched tightly, then turned his face toward the window. His lips trembled. “He didn’t even say goodbye…”Lucian didn’t speak.Julian swallowed, his eyes beginning to sting. “I didn’t even get to tell him I love him.”Lucian’s voice was gentle. “He knows.”“No,” Julian whispered. “You don’t understand. He… he’s always thinking for me. Making choices for me. Even this… he made this decision without even asking how I felt.”Lucian lowered his gaze. “He’s never stopped loving you.”“That’s not the point,” Julian snapped. “Love isn’t disappearing into the night and leaving someone behind to wonder if they mattered enough to be chosen.”Lucian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I get it. I do. But he thinks this is the only way to keep you safe. You mean every

Third POVThe mansion was unusually quiet for a late morning. Miss Maria had just finished cleaning up after the chaotic breakfast Axel and Gavin had left behind—half an omelet stuck to the fridge and flour where flour should never be.Julian sat curled up on the couch in the sunroom, a book open in his lap that he wasn’t reading. His eyes kept flicking to the door, like he was expecting someone. But the person he truly wanted to walk through that door hadn’t been seen in over five months now.Just as the melancholy threatened to settle again, the front doors swung open with a dramatic bang.Lucian entered, wearing sunglasses indoors like some mafia agent out of a movie, holding a sleek tablet and a smirk that could kill.“Get your sulky butts off the couch, people!” he announced. “We’re going on a vacation!”Julian blinked slowly. “Come again?”Lucian dramatically pulled off his glasses. “Concert. Beachfront. One-week getaway. All of you. No excuses.”

Third POVChaos was the first sign that wedding preparations were officially underway.It began when Gavin barged into Julian’s room at 6:03 a.m., armed with a giant folder, a clipboard, and a head full of unruly curls frizzed from excitement.“Good morning, husband of doom!”Julian rolled over, groaning. “We’re not even married.”“Not you, idiot. I’m marrying Axel. But you’re my maid of honor-slash-wedding coordinator-slash-personal sanity.”“I don’t remember signing up for that.”“Well, you didn’t say no.”Julian sat up, rubbing his temples. “What do you want?”Gavin tossed the clipboard onto his lap. “Let’s pick colors!”Lucian entered seconds later with a coffee tray. “He’s been up since four. I barely survived it.”Gavin pointed dramatically. “Cream and gold, or navy and emerald?!”Julian blinked. “Can’t you just elope?”Gavin gasped. “Blasphemy!”It didn’t stop there.Miss Maria was dragged into cake tastings. Lucian