Dangerous Game: The Devil's Secretary
He looked at me like I was a problem he had to solve.
"Why Angel?" I asked, my voice quieter now. "Of all the names you could have picked for a stage... why that one?"
Zayn’s hands paused for a fraction of a second. A small, genuine smile touched his lips, not the mocking one from before, but something softer. "No one has ever asked me that," he murmured. He pouted in amusement, his eyes drifting toward the window as if he could see the sky. "Honestly? I just wanted something that felt... light. When I'm up there on the silk, Rocco... When I'm in the air, I don't feel the debt or the shackles of poverty. I don't feel the dirt of this district or the fear for Orion. I feel like I'm flying. Li
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