Seducing The Devil
The room smelled of damp wood and dust, a dim light flickering from above.
Then, footsteps.
Slow. Measured.
A shadow loomed before her.
Tamlin.
He stepped into the light, dressed in a dark shirt, his sleeves rolled up, exposing the bandages wrapped around his forearm. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those same brown eyes she once adored—held nothing but cruel amusement.
He crouched in front of her, tilting his head like he was admiring a fragile piece of art. Then, his fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.