"Lucifer," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the screams that filled the air.
The metallic scent of blood choked her senses as she watched him move—slicing through bodies like they were nothing, his every movement precise, merciless. Blood splattered across his face, darkening the sharp edges of his jaw, but his eyes... his eyes were what made her breath hitch.
They weren’t the same warm brown she had once drowned in. They burned with an untamed rage, cold and soulless.
And then they found hers.
Green met fire. Tears clung to her lashes, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But Alessio Moretti—Lucifer himself—froze the second he saw her.
Angel D’souza had been the wrong girl to be ***napped, just a mistake. But somehow, she had become his undoing.
The man she had fallen for, the man who had made her feel safe in the darkest of nights, was now standing before her, bathed in crimson, the monster whispered about in nightmares.
Her heart pounded.
Was this who he truly was? Had she fallen for a lie?
He took a step forward, his blade still dripping, his expression unreadable.
She took a step back.
He noticed.
His jaw clenched, something desperate flashing across his face, but she didn’t wait. She turned—heart racing, mind screaming at her to run.
But could she ever truly escape him?
Would he let her?
Or worse… did she even want to?
