THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
"You can wake up now," a voice echoed.
I gasped, lashes fluttering open as I took in my surroundings.
I was in a room of some sort... the walls covered in grime and dust, and I glanced down, finding myself in a chair.
I gazed up quickly, breath shuttering as my eyes locked on a figure leaning against a doorway.
"Good morning," North said darkly. "Sleep well?"
"Where did you take me?" I demanded, voice shaking, but I forced it to still.
He just chuckled.
I then tried to move my arms, but a rope dug into my skin, and I winced when I felt it tighten around my wrists.
"Can't escape it," North remarked, smirking as darkness covered me inside. "You can only escape when I want you to. It's a devil's whip. A perfect binding tool. When you try to escape, it tightens, at one point, it'll break your wrists in half."
I stopped then, the cold burrowing inside me, but I refused to let it take over. "What do you want?"
He tipped his head to the side. "I want to hurt you."
"Then why haven't you killed me yet?" I demanded.
His eyes flickered amusement. "I told you, I want you to hurt. Dying right now is too painless, and..." he gazed up, "I want Sebastian to watch."
I drew back in disgust, the panic consuming me, but I tried to ignore it. "Why are you doing this?"
"You know..." North said, looking lost, "Sebastian was hurting after our parents died."
"You do not have the same reason," I hissed, "you care about nothing."
"I care about power," he corrected, still smirking. "And... Sebastian was my one-way ticket to power, Skye. I gave him the plan to kill you, and my hope was that it would break your mother enough, so she'd step down, and I'd take over."
"You're better as a devil!" I yelled.
He just chuckled. "I am the devil, aren't I? I'm Lucifer's child, Skye. You cannot control Lucifer's child."
"You're a daem," I replied, attempting to hurt him, "you're one in a million children of the devil. You're small compared to him!"
He suddenly was in my face, and I drew back, sucking in a breath.
Too close.
I could feel his dark aura consume me.
"I wouldn't say such things if I were you," he said lowly, eyes glowing dangerously. "I could make you do things you don't want to do."
