Hours later, the crackling sound of flames was the only thing heard in the dimly lit cave. The flames would have gone off by now if not for the fact it was protected by Cedric's flames. His black flames danced with the bright embers of the fire.
Abrielle slowly woke up, but her entire body felt like it was squashed by a heavyweight, and she felt a bit sore in between her legs. She popped out at the realization, as she slowly remembered what happened last night. Her face went pale, realizing, remembering how she easily gave in to him.
He was the devil; her eyes were drawn to the fire, where she saw Cedric sitting opposite the flame, leaning against the walls. He had his trousers back on and his jacket was draped around his head. His eyes were zeroed in on the flames.
