Devil's Deal: A Dark Fantasy Romance

And just like that, my brief moment of joy is wiped away and replaced with tension. I look down, making sure my breasts are covered, even though it probably doesn’t matter. Wiosna said he watches me all the time, and I assume that includes bath time. He’s seen me naked. Gods, I even had his mouth between my legs.

I blush at the memory, and then growl at myself as tingles run over my skin. I hate that the lines between us are so blurred. I hate him and will destroy him, but that hate and thirst for vengeance are just one side of my feelings.

There is also lust. I can’t deny it—all I can do is control it. Confusion, too. I still don’t understand why he helped me defeat the werewolf today, because that’s what he did. Stopping time, and then giving me his blood and my knife back when I refused him—that saved me.

I don’t forget how he gave me the magical water to drink, which is his most confusing action. It would have seemed like a caring gesture if it were anyone but him. But the devil is incapable of kind, generous impulses, so his motivation must have been something else.