A year to love the devil
It felt like a trap, a promise, and I was already too deep to climb back out, but in all honesty, I didn't want to, I wanted Francis and Aileen to feel what I felt when I bled my baby out.
Slowly, I reached for the goblet.
His eyes lit up like fire licked across his pupils.
“To revenge,” I whispered.
“To love that tastes like war,” he replied, and I lifted the drink to my lips.
And the moment the liquid touched my lips, the world shifted.
The fire in my veins roared back to life, and I knew— Yasmine was dead, and Mrs. Azrael had been born.
"Take a seat," Az said, pulling a chair out for me at the table.
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