The air caught in my throat, a suffocating gasp escaping my lips as horror washed over me, leaving me trembling.
"Lia, did you forget who I am?" His voice sliced through the tension — a chilling proclamation, steady and resolute. His eyes were fierce, mask-like, devoid of any emotion. "I am a devil. I get what I want. I don't care what you did, who you were, or who you loved. I love you, and I want you. That is all that matters. Let's go. We are leaving!"
"What?" The word slipped from my mouth, disbelief lacing my tone.
Without giving me any response, he seized my hand with a grip that felt like iron, pulling me toward the door. My heart raced as I cast a desperate glance back towards Rhys, who sat on the ground, an amusing smile dancing on his lips as he observed the scene before him. It was as if he were an audience member, intrigued by the drama unfolding before him, unwilling to intervene.
