Page 13 of Demon's Dark Love

"I never expected this," he says softly, breaking the silence.

"Expected what?"

"To care about a human."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Feelings have a way of surprising us."

He turns to face me, his eyes intense. "You make me question everything I thought I knew."

I reach out, my fingers brushing his cheek. "Maybe that's not a bad thing."

His breath catches, and for a moment, the world narrows to just us. He leans in, his lips inches from mine. "Lily..."

"Yes?"

"Do you trust me?"

I nod, the words caught in my throat. "I do."

His hand cups my cheek, and then his lips are on mine. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepens, a fire igniting between us. My heart races, and I feel the castle respond, the magic thrumming through the walls, reacting to our connection.

We pull apart, breathless. "Did you feel that?" I whisper.

He nods, his eyes wide. "The castle... it's like it's alive."

"Maybe it is," I say, my fingers still tingling from the kiss. "Or maybe it's just us."

He smiles, a real, genuine smile that lights up his face. "Whatever it is, it's powerful."

He leans in again, and his lips close over mine, sending fire through me. I lean into him, kissing him back, feeling myself come alive under his touch.

The castle shifts beneath us, the stones creaking and groaning as if responding to my feelings. Enoch and I stand in the dim corridor, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the walls.

"This place is reacting to us," Enoch murmurs, his crimson eyes narrowing.

"I wonder if anyone else noticed," I reply, feeling the chill seep deeper into my bones.

"It would be impossible not to."

He takes a step closer, his hand brushing against mine. "We need to be careful. If anyone sees these marks, and this reaction of the castle…"

"They'll know," I finish, swallowing hard. "Both humans and demons. We're putting ourselves at risk."

His jaw tightens, and he nods.

A sudden noise from down the corridor makes us both tense. We press ourselves against the wall, listening intently.

"Did you hear that?" I whisper.

He nods, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Stay close."

We move quietly, the sound of our footsteps barely a whisper against the stone floor. The castle seems to pulse around us, its magic a living, breathing entity.

As we round a corner, we come face to face with Griselda. Her eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in suspicion.

"What are you doing here?" she demands, her voice sharp.

"Just checking the corridors," Enoch replies smoothly, his grip on my hand tightening. "Making sure everything is secure."

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