Page 8 of His Little Devil
I need answers, and I just know her next journal has them.
If only I had stayed behind… Maybe then things wouldn’t have gotten so twisted.
The library isdark and empty at this hour. Which is perfect, because I really am not in the mood to be interrupted.
I move to the hidden staircase and see candles are lit, with the door wide open. I peek inside and sigh. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?”
Luke stands, holding a book in his hand. So much for being alone.
“I was going to bring this to you. Now that you know the truth, it’s time for you to get the answers I can guess you’re seeking.”
He hands me the book and I just nod, while turning and heading back into the library. I plop into one of the comfy chairs and click the light on.
“What are you doing? Silver, you need to rest after that show of magic. You have to eat and sleep. Come, I’ll walk you home.” He moves closer and clicks the light off. I set the book on my lap and begin to cry, exhausted.
“Just go, Luke,” I croak out.
He grabs my arm, pulling me to his chest in a big hug. The book falls to the ground, but I don't care. I know I shouldn't be in this man's arms, but his comfort helps.
The connection between us is still so intense. He lets me go and grabs the journal off the floor, offering me his hand.
“Come on, we can go to my house. I’ll make you some food.”
I nod and take his hand, letting him guide me. He’s right, I’m exhausted and starving. I guess he would know, since I’m new to this being a witch thing.
I should have known not to trust him. I mean, everyone has lied to me… Why not him too?
“Snow!”someone croaks from beside me, jolting me from a strange dream. I open my eyes, my head is killing me.I thought I heard…
"Snow!"
“Wells? Is that you? What’s going on? Where am I?” I ask.
My eyes are covered with a cloth, but there are small slivers of light peeking through. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is eating something, while sitting on the couch with Luke.
He was holding me while I cried over the betrayal of my guys.What happened after?
Speaking of…
“Oh good! My Little Devil, I see you're finally awake. Now the real fun can begin,” a man says from behind me. I may not be able to see him, but I know that voice.
A door slams, and I jump as much as my suspended wrists allow. I try to think back to what happened, but it’s only making my head hurt more.
The blindfold is removed, and I see that Wells is chained, just like in my dreams. I gasp and start to cry.
He looks barely alive. His face is almost unrecognizable, with purple and yellow spots all over his jaw, forehead, andcheekbones. Mottled blood is dried all down his neck and T-shirt too.
“Wells, what are you doing here? What have you done to him?” I cry out.
The man comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck, almost lovingly. I shiver in disgust, and try to turn my head away.
“Well, you see, Mr. Birch here, is your sacrifice.” He moves in front of me and I scream.
It can’t be him.Hegives a self-satisfied smirk as he looks me up and down, chuckling to himself.
I shake my head, no.I could... I would never hurt Wells. I love him.
“How could you do this to him, to me? I trusted you!” I growl.