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My words take him aback, and for a moment he just stares at me.
"You want to bet on yourself? Even if you know he's unlikely to pick you?"
"Yes," I nod.
"Interesting," he moves closer, bringing his hand up to stroke his chin. "And what would the terms of this deal of yours be?"
"If I'm right, you let usbothgo. Me and Raf," I clarify, knowing that deals with the devil always have loopholes he can exploit.
"And if you're wrong? If he chooses Lucero over you?"
"If I'm wrong," I take a deep breath, swallowing hard. "Then we both die."
"Let me get what you're saying, Noelle," Michele says, amused. "You're willing to condemn him to death if hedoesn'tchoose you?"
"Yes. That is what is exactly what I'm saying."
There's a brief pause as he looks me up and down, his eyes zoning in on me as if he's seeing me for the first time.
He's shocked by my words. Hell, Iamshocked by them. But the moment they were out into the world, I realized theyweretrue.
"You surprise me. You're willing to kill him just so he won't be together with the other woman, isn't that right?" he laughs.
I shrug.
"At least in death he can finally be mine," I reply blankly.
He blinks twice before he throws his head back, laughing.
"You're funny," he comments. "Very,veryfunny."
"No, what I am is selfish. But I'm willing to live with that if it gets me what I want."
His expression is suddenly serious again, his unyielding gaze on mine, probing deeply—almost as if he's trying to ascertain the veracity of my claim.
"I'll give it to you, I didn't think you'd be this cunning," he notes, a hint of admiration in his voice.
It's in that moment that I get the clearest view at myself—clearer than if I looked into the most polished mirror.
Iamwicked. And it's not because of my past and who I might have murdered ornot. Rather, it's in my immediate reactions, and the fact that I would doanythingto keep Raf as mine. This goes beyond my—obviously—failed attempt at killing Lucero.
I want it all, or not at all.
I'll take him alive or dead—as long as he's mine.
"Do we have a deal?"
"Do we?" He repeats, the corner of his mouth curling up. "Maybe," he shrugs. "Why don't we discuss this over dinner?" He suddenly asks.
"Dinner?" I blink in surprise.
"I'll tell you what you want to know. And if you still see your dear Rafaelo the same, if you still wish to give your life for him, then you're my guest."
I frown at his words, but I nod.
"Andreas will swing by and help you get ready," he says before he swivels, exiting the room.
Just as he said, Andreas drops by to take me to another room, allowing me to shower and change into a new set of clothes. My nostrils flare in pleasure as I take in the smell of cleanliness. After days in that dirty room, this feels like heaven.
