At The Devil's Table

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Ava's mind raced like a broken record, a total chaotic loop of fear and regret. How did he know about our plans? She wondered. Is he psychic? A vampire? Oh God! No, Ava focus! What do I say? Panic gripped her as she tried to formulate a response. She dared not mention Liam's name, no! She wasn’t about to hand over her best friend to the devil. And admitting it was her idea? That wasn’t an option either. "He will kill me for sure.". She said in her mind. "Ava.?". RoughCoin's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts like a blade, cold and commanding. "I am waiting, Ava. You know I don’t tolerate silence. Whose idea was it?". He said as he took a deliberate step forward. His presence suffocating. Ava's feet instinctively shuffled back, with her pulse hammering in her ea

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