In The Devil’s Arms
Her countenance, typically an array of animated expressions, had transformed into a tranquil tableau of serenity.
A soft, barely discernible smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her.
Even the devil himself, in all his cunning and might, would find himself disarmed before such a woman. She bore no regal lineage, possessed no grand narrative of her life. Her beauty was not the kind to inspire poets or artists, and her dubious occupation had seemingly secured her a spot in the inferno.
Yet, there was an aura about Reina, a quality that was singular and extraordinary. She held the uncanny ability to perceive devils—two of them, to be exact. To the untrained eye, they were indis
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