Dear Devil
The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.
She let the apple fall to the floor with a dull thud and rose, crossing the room until she stood directly before Finn’s photograph. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his face.
“Devil or not,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, “You’re still a man, Dear Devil.”
In the Council chamber, the corner of Austin’s mouth twitched as he read the name of Vivica’s lawyer.
Ace.
“The trial is about to begin, and you’re only telling me her lawyer’s name now?” he growled at Matty.