Drayk’s POV
We fell again.
And this time the chains came back.
He wasn’t there. The Devil.
But his voice was. In the walls. In my bones.
A thorn pierced my ribs.
I screamed.
Draygon screamed too.
“*For letting her close*,” the Devil said. Blank. Like he was reading a list.
“I tried to warn him at first,” Draygon spat. “But she was convincing— arghhhh!”
Another thorn. Deeper.
“i’m sorry… dionne,” I whispered.
I couldn’t stop. The ball. The wine. Her hand shaking.
The first time she killed me.
And now this. The second.
What did I do to her? I only loved her. Why did she—
Another thorn. Right in my chest.
“*STOP THINKING ABOUT HER!!*” Draygon hissed in my skull.
“i’m trying!!” I screamed back.
“*You’re not,*” the Devil said. “*You’re making him soft. You’r
