The Devil In Disguise

CHAPTER 54: Lucky Charm

"Ah. You're awake."

Grace blinked groggily. She felt sore from laying on a hard floor — but why was she laying on a hard floor?

Opening her eyes wider, her baby blue eyes met the sapphire irises of one of the most stunning men she'd ever seen. For a moment, she was captivated, held prisoner in the deep ocean depths of his eyes —

Grace jerked upwards suddenly. Scrambling backward, she felt her back hit the wall of the small room she was in. The man's gaze followed her in amusement.

"Who are you?" she asked warily, a waver in her voice.

The man merely smiled. A cold, calculating smile, putting her down and sizing her up all at once, scrutinising her until she felt beyond uncomfortable.

"I think you know exactly who I am," he finally said, the smile never leaving his face but also never reaching his eyes. Grace gulped. He was right; of course she knew.

"Where am I?" she whispered, starting to shake. This man in front of her was a criminal. A murderer. And she was trapped, in a room, alone with him.

The man simply laughed. It was a rich sound, fulfilling and melodious; but Grace flinched.

"My name is Lazarus. As for the second question... well, I guess you'll never know, dear Grace."

Lazarus continued chuckling to himself as he left the small room, closing the door. But just before he left, he turned back, and his eyes danced wickedly as he said,

"You might want to prepare yourself for what's coming. I've got quite the plan for the five of you."

Grace shivered as the door locked behind him, but the wheels in her mind were turning.

"I've got quite the plan for the five of you..."

Five. That meant Lorelei was alive! Grace almost jumped for joy. She had to find a way to communicate with the others; bungalows were usually small, so all their rooms would be next to or near each other, right?

Right. She nodded to herself, and took a deep breath. What she was about to do would either be extremely helpful, or extremely foolish. Or just a waste of breath.

When Lazarus had left, Grace had caught a glimpse of what was beyond her cellar. A dim hallway. He had headed left as there was a wall on the right; which meant that Grace's room was in the furthest corner.

Moving to the left wall, Grace lifted her fist, and started banging on it.

"SIMON? CORINA? XANDER?!" she called. But no one answered.

"LORELEI?!" she yelled through the wall, concentrating hard for any noise, any communication, any feedback.

Nothing.

After trying a few more times, Grace gave up, her throat sore. She had a nagging feeling that this time, this place wasn't a bungalow. She sat down, her back to the wall, and sighed, refusing to cry. Her father wouldn't like it if she cried.

Oh, gosh, her father! Grace was the person he loved most in this entire universe, and losing her would be like losing everything he's ever loved. Grace's mother, his wife, died — along with one of his babies. Grace was the only one who made it out alive. The lucky one, he called her. Grace laughed quietly now; he only had two names for her: lucky charm and honeybee. She loved both, and right now she wanted to hear her father say them so badly.

But she wasn't sure she'd ever hear those words again.

A/N

MY BAD FOR MAKING YOU WAIT THIS LONG!
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