All Chapters of A Deal With The Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The juice shop on Marlow Street was the kind of place that didn't even know it was charming. It was small, with slightly mismatched chairs and a chalkboard menu that someone had clearly put a ton of effort into. It was the kind of spot that lived in peaceful ignorance of the trendy cafes three blocks over, and it was honestly better for it. Selene sat at the corner table right by the window. It was the exact spot she always took when she came here because it had the best view of the street and the most distance from everyone else's conversations. She had a tall glass of mango-ginger juice in front of her, the straw between her lips, and her phone sitting flat on the table with the screen facing up. She was reading the news. Specifically, she was reading about forty-seven different versions of the exact same story, her face, Finn's face, and their cheeks pressed together in a photo that had been taken in an ash-colored office less than two hours ago. Since then, the selfie had

Selene let out a slow breath as the car following them completely faded into the dark behind them. It drifted far, then farther, and then it was just gone, swallowed up by the London night like it had never even been there. Her hand was still pressed flat against her chest. She forced herself to drop it. "My father," she said, her voice finally getting back to normal after a bit of effort. "He sent them." It wasn't really a question. It was just her confirming a reality she'd already figured out, even if she hated looking at it. Finn didn't say a word. He didn't slow down either. The engine kept roaring at that high note, and the city stayed a total blur outside the windows. Finn just kept driving with the exact same calm he had before he hit the gas. His hands were loose on the wheel, and his eyes were locked forward. He acted like the last four minutes were completely boring and he just hadn't bothered to mention them. Selene stared at his side profile. Then she chec

Vivian eyes had barely moved for two seconds. But two seconds was all it took. The whole room followed her eyes like a single group. Everyone turned their heads at the exact same time. Their eyes landed on Daniel. Ines jumped up to her feet. She moved incredibly fast. One second she was sitting, and the next she was standing. She clapped her hands together with excitement. She looked like someone who had just heard the best news of the night and did not care about hiding her reaction. "VIVI!" She pointed. "You like Daniel!!" The room went crazy. "I KNEW it..." "Wait, wait, wait...for how long??" someone asked, leaning so far forward they almost fell off the couch. "Vivi, you have been sitting there this whole time..." another person started laughing, "...and you actually..." "Okay, OKAY...." Vivian held both hands out. She tried hard to stay calm, but she was losing the battle. Her face turned completely red. "Don't make it a big deal..." "It is already a big de

Where he had come from, when he had arrived, or how long he had been standing there, none of those questions had answers. He was just there, hands in his coat pockets, looking at the two of them with those pale blue eyes that hid everything and took everything in. Then he walked forward, stopping directly in front of Daniel. He looked down at Daniel's hand. Then back up at Daniel's face. "I'd remove that," he said quietly. Daniel held his gaze. A flash of surprise on his face quickly changed into something that was trying very hard to look like a challenge. He didn't move his hand. Finn reached out. He removed Daniel's hand from Selene's wrist himself. He didn't do it roughly or with any big drama.. Then he stepped right next to Selene, positioning his body between her and Daniel. Then he pulled Selene close to him. His arm went around her. He looked right at Daniel. "She's my woman," he said it in a tone of a guy stating a plain fact rather than trying to win an

The metal bench outside the hospital room was freezing. Selene sat on it anyway. The busy hallway moved all around her. Nurses rushed past, rolling carts rattled, and a heart monitor beeped somewhere down the hall. She just sat right in the middle of the chaos, staring at her phone. Ted's mom's phone number was displayed on the screen. She had asked of it from ted, no reason. She started thinking about the day she first interviewed Ted. He had sat across from her in the living room of Edmund's house. His back was perfectly straight, his hands rested on his knees, and his shirt was ironed so perfectly you could tell he didn't own many nice clothes and wanted this one to count. He answered every single question directly. He didn't try to show off or brag. At the very end, without her even asking, he had said: "My mom sells fish at the market. I've been out of school for two years, and I haven't found a job that pays enough to actually help her out." He looked her straight