Todos los capítulos de The Devil I Lied To: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 26

I am deep in that hazy place between dreams and nothingness when the first crack of gunfire yanks me out of it. My eyes flutter open, heartbeat instantly pounding. Another fire slit echoes in the air. Then another. I keep my hand over my heart and dart my eyes at the door. I wait for someone to barge into my room and shoot me.A beat of silence passes; I am about to sigh in relief, but then a whole damn series of sharp and continuous sounds shakes me to the core. I jerk upright, my breath catching, panic clawing through my veins. My first thought isn't even a thought; it is pure instinct. The mansion is under attack.I throw my blanket aside and swing my legs over the edge; when my warm feet hit the cold floor, it stings. My body is already moving before my brain catches up. I hurry to the window and yank the unnecessarily heavy curtains apart.My heart stops for a beat. Down on the lawn at a far distance, Clara and Beatrice are standing in dramatic poses like those in a mafia movie, h

Steam is already clinging to the air, thick and curling from the shower Lucien turned on minutes ago. The soft hiss of water fills the tiled room, and the heat seems to press in from all sides.I am standing barefoot, arms wrapped loosely. I can hear my pulse loudly in my ears. I am not sure if it is the temperature or him making me feel flushed.Lucien leans casually against the counter, sleeves rolled up, watching me like I am the only thing worth his time. That look alone can melt concrete."Okay," he pushes off the counter. "You are either gonna let me help, or you are gonna stand there till you pass out again."I shoot him a stare that isn't half as sharp as I want. "I told you, I can handle myself.""Sure you can," he says, his voice a blend of teasing and heavier. Lucien steps closer, his presence swallowing the small space between us. "The thing is, I am not asking."My breath catches when his fingers brush the hem of my sports bra. I want to stop him...tell him no, tell him to

It has been about a week since I fell back into my boring little routine...eat, sleep, and repeat.Only difference? Viviana doesn't seem to care anymore if I, Clara, and Beatrice talk. No snide remarks, no "you are not supposed to be here," no icy stares. It is weird. And Lucien? He has been a ghost. Not a single visit since that dinner in my room. I haven't decided if I am relieved or annoyed about that.Now it is three in the morning, and I am half-slouched on the couch in the hall, remote dangling from my hand, watching some geeky sitcom about a group of geeky guys going crazy for a hot chick who lives right across the hall.My eyes are gritty from lack of sleep, my hair a messy bun. I will probably regret trying to untangle it later. That's when I hear it.A man's scream.At first, I think maybe it is part of the TV, some late-night thriller on a channel I had accidentally flipped to. But then it comes again. Louder. Sharper. It's certainly not coming from the TV speakers.My thum