Beatrice's eyes flickered open, and she was met with the ominous sight of her darkened chamber.
The storm outside was raging, and the flashes of lightning lit up the room, casting shadows on the walls.
The room was eerily quiet except for the distant rumble of thunder that echoed through the walls.
She shuddered, feeling as though the Devil himself was lurking in the shadows.
As she sat up in her bed, memories of the nightmare flooded her mind. The touch of the Devil, his smell, and the eerie sense of time slowing down were all too real.
Had he taken her soul?
She shuddered at the thought, knowing that the Devil was far stronger than she had ever imagined.
And then there was Edward's heart. The thought of the Devil giving her the heart of someone who should have been dead sent a chill down her spine.
