Chapter 112 : Are you the devil? Bryan’s POV “Are you the devil?” The words tore from my throat, hoarse, broken, desperate. My chest heaved, my voice raw, but I couldn’t stop staring at her, at the blood streaking down her forehead, running in jagged trails across her cheekbones, dripping steadily down her neck. Her eyes caught the dim light, wild and glittering, feverish with something I couldn’t name. She had that twisted, unnatural curve of her lips, too wide, too pleased, too wrong. It didn’t belong on Bella, didn’t belong on any human face. She was the devil, no doubt. She stood in the middle, her silk dress torn and hanging askew, her bare feet sticky against the polished wood floor where droplets of blood had already begun to pool. The rise and fall of her chest was sharp, unhinged, as though every breath fuelled the madness burning inside her. “Yes,” she whispered at last. The sound crawled down my spine. Her voice cracked, raw yet sharp, like glass breaking under press
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