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Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

I placed my books back, hoping I could put a smile to whomever buy them. I knew the craze over Midnight. I’d seen it beforehand on the internet. But it didn’t occur to me how fascinated a woman like Emma and her niece were with the book, and how it boosted the sales. I grabbed two more books. I’d rather buy books from small businesses as she had. When I got back to the counter, Mad was still chatting with Emma, but had two leather bracelets with silver and golden locks. “Here.” Mad put the bangle with a golden lock around my wrist.

“Protection. Security. A way out of financial problems, if that’s what you’re looking for.” I shook my head, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re asking me to change my entire life, to tie myself to you, and you’re making it sound like some kind of business deal.” “That’s exactly what it is, isn't it?” He raised his brow, his voice cold. “Don’t mistake this for something it’s not, Sophia. This isn’t about love or romance. It’s about survival.” The words stung, even though I hadn’t expected anything different. Still, the sheer finality of them left an ache in my chest I couldn’t explain.

"If you're really interested in your 'sister', why not book her again?" "What kind of person do you think I am?" I protested, my face flushed with anger. After drinking, Robert dropped me off at home. His suggestion kept echoing in my mind, and I wondered if I should book Eleanor again. However, I kept pushing the thought away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was my true desire, but I ended up logging into the coin auction website. Finding my previous purchase history, I saw that the same coin was still listed. A surge of anger washed over me as I realized Eleanor was still doing this. She actually lied to me! Impulsively, I booked the coin, desperate to see her face when she showed

“Whatever it is, anything, I’ll do it.” That’s it, sweetheart. Sign your name in blood. I stepped closer, my smirk deepening as her breath hitched. “Anything?” Her throat worked as she swallowed hard, but she nodded. “Yes. Anything.” She repeated. The room went still, her words hanging in the air like a promise. I let the silence stretch, savoring the moment. Then I leaned in, my voice low and deliberate. “Let’s make a deal.” She blinked, confusion flashing across her face.

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

“Let’s make a deal.” He whispers into my ear. ” Deal? What kind of deal?” I asked while my feet won’t stop trembling. One thing that I knew for sure is that he isn’t some normal human. But what is he exactly? “Nothing serious just a simple deal. You give your body when the right time comes.” His completely pitch-black eyes are terrifying me as he speaks. Give my body? What does he mean by that? So, I exactly asked that.

Someone siddles up about two chairs down from where patrick sits, I don’t bother looking though, I’d probably fall of my seat if I tried. “Yeah, you look about a second away from getting on the table and showing us exactly whats hidden underneath your rich girl exterior.” There’s a cough from somewhere nearby. “I need your healp with somehting,” I say, frowning, “Do you happen to have any broker agreements with Wesley?” “Wesley?” He questions, confused, “As in, your fiance Wesley?” The sound of the word creates an empty pit in my stomach, “Yeah.” “Why?” “I need a contract fail safe, like some hidden portion of it he doesn’t put in the document whenever he’s signing his next deal.”