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Luke’s a major fucking prick, and I can’t wait to tear him a new asshole. How dare he take my Snow from us. If only I could open my eyes.

Then I could start getting my revenge. After I chug a bathtub full of water first that is.

I try to mumble, but it’s like forcing myself through a pool of jello. Damn, I’m fucking hungry too. I would die for some of my girl's muffins. Or a grilled cheese.

“Don’t you dare give up on us, Wells. I will portal to the underworld and steal your soul just to grind it to dust if you do.” Don is growling at me, and I’d laugh if I had the energy.

Fuck, dude, I’m trying here.

Warm hands touch my body, and I know it’s Clara. She has always been the one to heal us. “It’s not working. Something is blocking him,” she says with a sigh. I know she’s right.

My body has quit on me, but my mind is still racing. This fucking sucks! I try to focus on Don and push my thoughts into his head, but it’s not working. I’m trapped.

CHAPTER THREE

LUKE

She's here. She actually chose to save Wellson's life and be mine. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. Silver has always had a kindness inside of her that her peers don't.

There aren't too many good witches in the world, and I guess now there will be another one turning to the dark.

Frowning, I rub my chest at the thought. This is what I wanted. Silver is mine now.

I watch silently as she looks around. She looks different with the inky strands. I'm going to have to get used to the new hair color.

Shame. I did love the blood-red locks.

Opening a door to the side of my bed, she peeks into the bathroom. I watch as her eyes widen a little, though she doesn't say anything.

My Little Devil is angry at me, but she will move on. Soon I will consume her whole heart and soul and she will forget about her pesky human life.

She continues to look around, and I smirk.

My bedchambers are one of my favorite places in this castle. The black stone walls and the large four poster bed, with the blood-red satin sheets, give me a taste of luxury that I never had before I got this job.

Growing up a poor orphan on the streets in Salem, Massachusetts during the seventeenth century was rough.

Hiding my magic from those who coveted it was even harder. When I was sacrificed at the altar at a young age, I was reborn as an angel, but I knew that life was never for me.

Falling from the sky and becoming the Devil was more my speed.

Silver stops beside the bookshelves and I spot a hint of a smile.

I have shelves full of my favorite reads from over the decades, but I may have snuck in a few of those smutty romances she likes, just in case she joined me.

There is also a nice comfy couch to relax on too. I may be holding her prisoner, but I wanted her to feel comfortable here.

Hell is her home now. It doesn't need to be a prison.

She shuffles over the stone floor and runs her black nails over the back of my leather chair, before sitting on the edge of my wooden desk and giving me a look.

Her face is starting to swell, and I can’t believe I’m actually feeling guilty that I hit her.

It's just because I like seeing her face unblemished. That's all.

Mumbling a healing spell under my breath, I watch as her bruising fades. Silver gasps and places her hand on her cheek.

“So… you’re not really a professor, are you?”