I tried to respond, but my voice caught in my throat. He laughed, a low, throaty sound, and reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch sent shivers down my spine, and I knew in that moment that I was doomed.
“Why do you fear me, little one?” he asked, his eyes burning with an inner fire. My intimate love with the devil king
In the aftermath, as the dust settled and the wounds began to heal, I realized that my love for the Devil King had changed me. It had changed me in ways that I could never have imagined, ways that I was still discovering. I tried to respond, but my voice caught in my throat
And so, they sought to tear us apart.