This time, his words hit me directly in the deepest cracks of my soul.
Because the truth was, I did not want to die in order to stop existing.
I wanted to die because I could not have the life I wanted to live.
But what if I could?
“How?” Hope bloomed inside me for the first time in a very long time. Tears burned in my eyes, stars exploded in my heart, dreams came back to life inside my mind. “What do you want me to do?”
“Give your soul to me, and then everything you desire most will rest in the palms of your hands.”
“A deal.”
A wicked smile danced on his lips.
“Call it whatever you like.”
I took a moment to study the man’s horns and claws.
The shape of his mouth was sinful.
His clear eyes carried far too much malice.
He was waiting for my answer, though he already knew exactly
