But that didn’t make his goal—letting the world fall—any less cruel. That didn’t make this moment right.
“So.” I gripped the hand still holding my chin and rose onto my toes until my breath brushed against his lips. “We’re here now, Luke. This moment you’ve been waiting for. Are you excited?”
His brows furrowed. The lines on his forehead deepened as his scowl twisted into something pained.
“Excited to watch me fade right in front of you?” I added, voice low and sharp.
He didn’t answer. Just pulled away, silent as stone. Then, without a word, he took my hand.
“Come on,” he said. “Just a little farther. Then we wait.”
“Luke,” I said, glancing down and feeling the empty spot on my hip. “I lost my weapon.”
His shoulders shifted with the smallest roll. “Look again.”
I blinked and looked down. The dagger I’d dropped was sheathed against my side once more.
My stomach twisted as I exhaled slowly. “You know I’m going to plunge this dagger into your chest, right?”
He didn’t look back, but his fingers flexed around mine—just once. A subtle reaction. But it was enough.
“I feel nothing,” he said. “Go ahead, Kitten. You’ve wounded me enough already.”
The words sounded casual, but something about the tone caught me off guard—like he meant more than just blades and bruises.
Then I remembered.The scent.The way he’d fallen apart at my feet as if he couldfeelme again.
“But… you can still smell?” I asked, hopeful, wary.
A low sound rumbled from his chest—almosta purr.
“Yes. Why do you think I’m in such a hurry to reach the crossover?”
“To guard it?” I guessed, heart kicking faster.
“Yes,” he said, tone rich and deliberate. “But also because it’s there that I can finally return to what we were doing earlier.”
He rubbed his thumb over mine, slow and sure. The smallest touch, and it sent heat curling through me.
He didn’t say what he planned to do.
He didn’t have to.
My stomach coiled with anticipation. With want. With everything I knew, I shouldn’t feel.
I still asked. “What were we doing?”
I already knew the answer.
And I double-knew I should stop letting the Devil touch my pussy—even if it felt like salvation.
Because he was still the enemy.
Luke chuckled. “By your scent, you already know. And I was very wrong, Kitten.”
“About what?”
“Your desire. It’s real, and I want to bathe in it until the world ends.”
