The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation
She pauses, gaze softening as it drifts over the fresh, glistening bite on my shoulder, the purple fingerprints blooming across my throat, the way my knees knock together like a newborn fawn’s.
“Whenever you’re ready, Miss,” she says again, quieter this time, as if the words themselves are afraid to startle me.
My tongue feels thick, coated in ash and him.
“I… um… can I get water at least?” The question comes out cracked, barely louder than a breath.
Livia’s eyes crinkle—not quite a smile, but close. She dips her head in the smallest nod and slips out the door without a sound. It closes with a whisper-soft click.