"You... it was you." He gasps. "It was always you. The face behind all things evil, the creator of a thousand crimes, the devil to strike a fool's bargain. It's you."
I observe him with a predatory gaze as my lips slide away from teeth in a dangerous grin.
"You are the Wolf with the Red Roses."
"I am."
"Why would you do this? Why would you play little games with me when you have all the money and power of a thousand sovereigns?"
"Because..." I say, stepping towards him. "Love doesn't have a price."
His eyes widen as I grasp his hands. The thorns of the red rose he holds tears at my flesh, but I do not flinch. He recovers from his shock and a small, dark smile paints his lips.
"Then let's make a bargain, shall we?"
YOU ARE READING
The Wolf with the Red Roses
Short StoryA girl who had everything to gain. A boy who had everything to lose. A fool's bargain that will change them forever. Would you give yourself to the Wolf with the Red Roses?
