Later, at the reception, she found herself alone near the dance floor, drink in hand, eyes scanning for a ghost she couldn’t shake.
"Nice speech," Devil said, suddenly beside her.
She flinched. "You shouldn’t sneak up on people."
He smirked. "You shouldn’t lie to your best friend."
Her heart dropped.
He leaned in slightly. “How many more nights are you going to pretend we don’t burn together, Haru?”
“Stop it.”
“I’m not the one pretending. You are.”
His voice was low, coaxing, dangerous. It made her knees weaken.
"I said stop."
He stepped back. “You keep running. But you’re always looking over your shoulder, hoping I’m behind you.”
“Not everything has to turn into an obsession, Devil. We were a mistake. A series of them. It needs to stop.”
“But you keep coming back.”
Her throat
