AMARANTA POV
*Devil in disguise - Marino*
I didn’t want to rush this.
That would have been mercy.
And he didn’t deserve that.
I wanted to savor his death.
Have you ever seen a food critic in a three-star restaurant?
I haven’t.
But I know they don’t rush something rare.
They take their time.
They let every flavor settle.
Every detail matters.
That’s what I was going to do.
Take my time.
Savor every scream.
Marick’s smile faltered just a fraction as I stepped forward, pushing my aura—our auras—forward.
“You look beautiful when you're mad,” he said, voice still smooth, still trying to wrap itself around me like it used to, like it still had that kind of reach.
It didn’t.
Not anymore.
“You look scared, though,” I answered, and I didn’t raise my voice, I didn’t need to, beca
