Page 59 of Make Me Beg (Rich Demons of Darkwood 2)

I’d waited another ten minutes when a door on the other side of the glass wall opened, making me jump out of my seat.

And then he was there.

The Demon.

His gaze sliced through me intently, and I did my best to hold his gaze right back. He’d bulked up since being put away, and his hair was a bit grayer. Everything else was the same though. Piercing blue eyes and tan skin that hadn’t faded even locked up. Looking at him still made me feel like the devil was staring back at me from behind a handsome mask.

The two guards who’d brought him in let go of his handcuffed arms and then pushed him forward. He looked completely non-plussed at their rough treatment, but if I were them, I’d be watching my back. Who knew how he would make them pay for their disrespect.

He sat down in the chair across from me, and I was suddenly wishing the glass wall was a foot thicker.

“Delilah,” he said in his smooth, polished voice. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

I cleared my throat before answering. “I got your letter,” I said simply.

“I’ve gained a new appreciation for writing letters while staying here,” he mused lightly, like he was actually at a fucking resort and not the highest security prison in the country. His gaze darted across my face, studying me.

It took me a second to remember that he’d never seen this face before. “Still my pretty girl,” he murmured.

“You got me here. What do you want?” I snapped, trying to mentally shake off the fear spiraling down my spine from just hearing his voice.

He made a tsking sound of disappointment and something inside me shriveled. I’d heard that sound quite a bit through the years, and it still rocked me even now.

“I see you still haven’t learned to live in the moment,” he said benignly. “And who says I want something. You should know me better now than to think that I wouldn’t be missing my child. Even if that child completely and utterly betrayed me.”

I remained quiet. Eventually, he would get to the point.

“You seem to be making friends at your new school.”

I froze, wondering which “friends” he was talking about. Was it the guys…or Jenna? I couldn’t ask him though; that would be like pouring blood into water and expecting a shark not to follow the trail.

“You have quite unusual housing arrangements. All men in that place, isn’t it?”

I wanted to cry. I could tell he knew so much.

“Yes,” I murmured, shocked that tears weren’t threaded through my voice.

He hadn’t even said anything yet. And I was a mess.

“When did you decide to start recording every awful thing you made me do? Was it when I was just a child?”

He chuckled, and the sound made me feel like throwing up. So many people had been lured in by that laugh. By that smile. By that handsome face.

And they’d all paid for it dearly.

“We don’t need to have lies between the two of us, now do we? We both know that I didn’t have to do anything.”

“Now who’s the one lying?” I spit even as I twisted uncomfortably in my chair. He was wrong. I knew he was wrong.

Except sometimes I wondered if I was the one whose memories had been twisted. Sometimes I wondered if my nightmares weren’t actually closer to reality than I’d ever wanted to admit.

Fuck. Ten seconds in his presence and he was already twisting me up in knots. It was honestly a miracle that I’d stayed sane enough to get him put away.

“Five minutes,” one of the guards barked, and the Demon’s cheek twitched. I hadn’t realized we only had ten minutes to talk.

It was a fucking miracle.

“I want you to start coming every week to visit,” he said, and I stiffened in my chair.

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