Page 10 of Devil

Sadness is soon replaced by an emotion I’ve never felt towards him.

Anger.

Why hasn’t he found me? Why didn’t he come back? Was I just some poor girl he needed to save to feel good about himself?After all the time we spent together and the way he protected me, I thought I was important to him.

Fuck Colt Everly.

I don’t need him. I don’t need anyone. I’m fine on my own.

Just as the thought passes through my mind, the door swings open and in walks the fucking devil himself.

Great.

Another protective, blue-eyed man I can’t figure out.

Before his ass hits the chair, I’ve poured his beer, marching towards his table. He watches me, his head tilted to the side as I slam the mug on the tabletop, beer sloshing over the rim.

“Here’s your beer, mystery man.” I snap, turning to walk away. Looks like he’ll be my outlet for all this shit I’m feeling.

A large, warm hand wraps around my wrist, preventing me from leaving. The contact sends my heart racing, tingles shooting up my arm.

I catch a glimpse of Lacey, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open.

Shit.

I’ll never hear the end of this. I shake my head to let her know it’s okay, before turning back to Devil. His grip is firm, but he’s not hurting me. As I meet his eyes, my irritation wanes.

“Sit.” His deep voice reaches a submissive part of me I didn’t know existed.

Pulling out the chair across from him, I sit down slowly. He doesn’t speak. We hold each other’s gaze as thunder rumbles outside, the bar patrons hurrying to leave before the storm hits.

He continues holding my wrist, and my skin burns where his touch lingers. He’s wearing his usual black hoodie and I’m dying to rip it off his head.

“Tell me what’s bothering you.” He demands, his voice smooth as whiskey.

“I don’t know you.” I quip, pulling my wrist from his grip.

“Do you need to know me to have a conversation?”

I scoff. “You expect me to tell a stranger my personal business?”

“Isn’t that why people come to bars?”

“Is that why you’re here, Devil?” While I can’t see his face, his eyes crinkle around the edges and I’d give anything to see his smile.

“I’m here for you, little demon.” He says, leaning forward, trailing his finger down my forearm.

“Why?” I croak, his touch fucking with my head.

“Because you’re mine, Nova.”

Thunder booms around us, the walls of the bar shaking. His declaration surprises me, and I glance around the suddenly quiet room. There’s no one left except the two of us. I’m sure Lacey is watching our interaction from the kitchen.

Nosey ass.

I find his gaze. “How am I yours? We don’t know each other.”

“You’re not ready for the answer.” He says flatly and my earlier anger resurfaces, a blind rage filling my vision.

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