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"Déjà vu," I whisper without thinking, and the words have Tara looking at me in hatred even as the Devil besides me laughs.
"I suppose you can call it that," he murmurs, "although we've just gotten started."
My eyes widen, and I look at him in horror. He can't possibly mean he'll still have Tara killed—-
The Devil bends his head back down so he can whisper into my ear. "You took too long to decide what her punishment will be, so I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands."
What does that even mean?
Is he or is he not going to kill her?
The Devil rises gracefully to his feet, and my feelings seesaw between worry and jealousy when I see him bend his head, and it's Tara's turn to hear the Devil whisper into her ear.
Don't be shallow, Sheena!
The Devil steps back from Tara just as another one of his bodyguards comes forward with a cup of iced coffee in his hand.
Déjà vu,I can't help thinking again.
And it does feel exactly like that...when Tara has everyone gasping as she abruptly takes the cup of iced coffee from the bodyguard...before splashing its contents on her own face.
Everyone in the arena gasps, myself included, and but I don't have the chance to feel bad with the Devil already taking my hand in his.
"It's time," he says softly.
My heart skips a beat, but just like it always is when I'm with this man, I'm not sure if I'm afraid or excited or both. "Time for what?"
"To give yourself to the Devil."
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It's a weird walk ofshame to haveeveryonelooking at us wherever we go, and I can see some of the other students we've walked past start smirking when they realize the Devil is taking me back to the dorm.
If I were with any other guy, I might have probably attempted to lie and say this is just a study date, but...
Let's be real.
