Chapter 100: Lover
"The devil doesn't come to you with his red face and horns,
he comes to you disguised as everything you've ever wanted" —Unknown.
‘Don’t call me that,’ I muster irritatedly. When he bit me, he had imbued me with the knowledge of his native language, courtesy from the man himself.
‘What? Do you mean sweetheart? Lover? Or wife?’ he muses.
‘Neither of those. I’m not your lover.’
‘Not yet.’ There’s a promise to his tone when he sends that, and also a certain degree of satisfaction because I don’t outrightly deny the last term. In some degree, it’s true, no matter how much I’d like it to be a lie.
“I don’t even know you,” I say out loud, a surge of heat blossoming within me, not even bothered to hide the distrust in my tone. What good will hiding it do? Gwi is more co
