DEVIL’s GRIP
She swallowed hard, her grip tightening.
With silent, careful movements, she raised it toward his neck.
One deep slit. That’s all it would take.
Her hands shook violently. She hesitated, her mind battling between vengeance and fear.
But before the blade could press against his skin—
“Tsk.”
Hema froze.
Zayden’s eyes fluttered open, dark and unreadable. A slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips.
“You’re doing it wrong, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet dangerously amused.
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