Chapter 18 – A Deal With The Devil

• Alina stood at the edge of the office, her hands clenched into fists behind her back, knuckles white. The fever had faded days ago, but its residue clung to her skin like invisible ink—marking her, changing her. She hadn’t forgotten the way his hands had soothed her, how he’d held her head in his lap and whispered things she couldn’t quite remember.
• But she hadn’t forgotten the rest either.
• The power. The captivity. The truth he kept from her.