AMELIA’S POV.
Every piece of my being was immersed in the pages of the book I was reading at that moment, engrossed in the fictional world that only gave me spasms of momentary respite and escape from the world around me. I was in a state of flow, away from the world and its troubles.
But it was broken when my door swung open, jolting me from my reading.
I sharply looked up, feeling a spasm of fear and chills run down my spine. Startled, I looked up, only to find the devil standing in the doorway, staring sternly at me. The aura that he reeked of right now was so powerful, so palpable that I could feel it in the air around me.
There was so much of it that it felt I was choking in the intoxicating aura even though I was doing everything to brace myself and not look startled in front of
