ARIA
Sometimes we are not ready for the secret we get to find out, the secret we keep. Especially coming from the devil.
My father is also a devil, He's seated behind his massive oak desk, looking every bit the powerful witch leader he is, with a manipulative glint in his eye that I've come to know all too well.
"Aria," he starts, his voice smooth like silk but with a dangerous edge. "Your actions against the wolves, particularly taking down their Beta, have shown your strength. Despite it being Alex who leads them."
I shift from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with the praise. I know it's just a prelude to something he wants. "Thanks, Dad. I did what I had to do." My voice is steady, but I'm on guard.
He leans forward, steepling his fingers, and there's that look in his eyes
