The Devil you called
A scent slithered through the air — something old, sweet, and poisonous.
Lilith.
I knew her energy before I saw her. Every fiber in my body screamed recognition: beauty, danger, history. When she stepped into the light, her hair fell like black rivers down her back, her eyes a silver sheen that seemed to cut through the shadows of my soul.
“Ah,” she purred, voice like molten silk over steel. “So this is the infamous Sarai. And you actually… survived him.”
I stiffened, the words stabbing deeper than I expected. Malik tensed behind me, his hands gripping my waist.
Hot Chapters