THE DEVIL'S PREY
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
As Damian walked away from the cell, his jaw clenched, his mind still replaying Valerie's silence. He expected a fight, some sharp retort—anything but that painful stillness. He hated it. Hated how it unsettled him.
With a frustrated exhale, he pulled out his phone, scrolling mindlessly. Then, a notification popped up. It was a text
Luna_Obscura: Guess what? I finally beat my record on that stupid puzzle game. Bow down to your queen.
Despite being mad at himself, the corner of his lips twitched.
DAX: Oh? And here I was, thinking you lacked basic intelligence.
Her reply came almost instantly.
Luna_Obscura: Excuse you?! I am a mastermind. A strategic genius. You should be grateful I even talk to you, peasant.
