All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 121 - Chapter 123

Days passed in a strange, unsettling quiet.It almost felt unreal, as though nothing had happened. As though the chaos of that night had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion. But it did happen. It stayed with him.The image would not leave his mind.Her body moving in front of his.The sound of the gunshot.The blood.Lucas tightened his hold around her where she slept against him, her breathing soft, unaware, peaceful. His arm was firm around her, almost too firm, as though he needed to feel her there to be certain she was still real.He had almost lost her.The thought alone made something in his chest tighten painfully.He lowered his head and pressed a quiet kiss against her hair, lingering there for a moment before carefully easing himself out of bed. He moved slowly so he would not wake her, his eyes lingering on her even after he stood.For days now, his mind had not rested.It had been constantly working. Thoughts, plans, possibilities, threats.Every move, every risk,

Arabella's POV.I felt sick most days.I woke up with the urge to throw up whatever I had eaten the night before. It came so suddenly, so violently, that I barely made it to the toilet in time. Bullet wounds were painful. Mine throbbed constantly, a dull, unrelenting ache beneath my skin. Lucas had some scars too… I didn’t know how he got them. He never said.But Lucas… Lucas was there. Day and night.I stepped out of the bathroom, still a bit weak, wiping my face with a towel.“Another tummy upset?” he asked quietly, his large hand already finding my back, rubbing gentle circles that sent tiny sparks racing down my spine.I hummed in response, too exhausted to form proper words, and leaned into him, pressing my face against his chest. He smelled so familiar cedarwood, faint gun oil, and that deep warmth that was purely him. But my own softer, floral scent had started clinging to him too from all the time we spent wrapped around each other. It made something possessive and needy st