Page 119 of The Devil's Fire

“I’m already fearing for my life.” Lorenzo’s voice came from behind me, immediately wiping away the smile on my lips.

I looked at Cara wide-eyed as I froze in my seat. She laughed, and I gave her a piercing glare for not giving me a heads up that he was near.

Lorenzo took the seat next to Cara, raising a brow at me.

“I… Uh… Haha, Lorenzo. Funny, you see, I was talking about someone else who just happens to have the same name.” Embarrassment washed over me, my face turning hot, as I desperately tried to hide the fact that I hadn’t just discussed beating him up.

“Who also happens to be with Cara?” He questioned.

“Please, don’t kill me.” I blurted.

“You better sleep with one eye open.” Lorenzo’s amused look met my eyes, but his comment about my life didn’t bring a smile to my face.

“He’s not going to kill you.” Cara rolled her eyes at me.

“Who’s going to kill you?”

I jumped in my seat when I suddenly heard Damiano next to me.

“How are you two built like that, but move around so silently?” I put a hand on my chest and let out a breath. He took a seat next to me, and Arianna joined too. Everything must have turned out okay since none of them seemed angry anymore.

“First you want to beat my ass, and now you’re calling me fat? That just sealed your fate.” Lorenzo continued, obviously now having fun joking about killing me. Was he even joking?

“I’m sorry, okay?! Have some mercy!” I exclaimed, and he actually chuckled.

“You want to beat Lorenzo’s ass?” Damiano asked.

“I was just making a teeny tiny joke he wasn’t supposed to hear, and now I have to die for it. It was nice knowing you, Damiano. I hope you live a great life.”

“Is she always this dramatic?” Lorenzo asked, and Cara just nodded.

“Mhmm, pretty much.”

“I’m not dramatic, you’re just … scary.” I muttered.

“Please, you even think butterflies are scary.” Cara exposed, making me gape at her.

“Really, Althaia? Butterflies?” Arianna scoffed, finding it absurd.

“No, I don’t know what she’s talking about.” I frowned and crossed my arms.

“If you say so.” Cara shrugged and got out of her seat.

“I’m really not. It’s ridiculous to be afraid of butterflies.” I rolled my eyes.

“Are you sure?” Cara suddenly said from behind me. I turned around, only to jerk back when I saw her holding a butterfly in her hand.

A huge one.

“Yup.” My voice came out strained as I eyed the butterfly to make sure it didn’t suddenly fly in my face. I hated butterflies. They were disgusting flying creatures.

“Is that why you’re slowly leaning away from it?” Cara had an evil smirk on her lips.

“I’m not. I’m admiring it from afar.” I said, trying to be discreet about it.

Out of nowhere, Cara brought the butterfly right up to my face, causing me to stand up from my seat and back away. I took a crutch and held it up, ready to swing at her if she came close again.

“I swear to God, Cara, I will hit you in the fucking head!” I yelled and kept backing away. The crutch got ripped out of my hands, and my arms got twisted behind my back in a firm hold.

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