A Deal With the Devil

Chapter 13

Ravanna's POV

Her smile had gotten so wide it became an almost blindingly wide crooked grin.

In her excitement, we came together gently at first. A soft press of barely parted lips. Her hands go to the back of my neck, their seemingly favorite spot.

Her kiss leaves me gasping for air and suddenly she guides me to the passenger side, Kassandra opening the door for me, waiting until I got in to close it.

I gain my bearings and put on my seatbelt while chuckling.

She is in the driver's seat in no time, putting on her seatbelt as well.

She is about to turn the key but I put my hand on her wrist to stop her before she does.

"Begin slowly, yes? I understand how excited you must be but it's imperative that you adhere to  laws concerning safety."

She looks startled but calms down and nods.

She starts the car and before she puts it into drive, takes a deep breath and readies herself.

Her mind is slowing as if to get herself focused then, she starts driving.

I cannot help but stare at her.

She is absolutely beautiful.

Moments pass where I am wholly unable to gaze at anything else but her station, but I glance at our surroundings, unable to spare a second more " On the upcoming street would you turn left for us, my dear?"

Kassandra jumps as if she had forgotten her company, she tilts her head towards me in confusion. I smile and her eyes flicker to my lips for a moment before she nods.

We are stopped at a light when she asks, "How can you afford a car?"

It was the same question from the hospital parking garage that I had not the chance to answer. She turns to look at me only to find that I am already staring at her, her ears turn red as she looks away.

Her ears are the only indication of embarrassment, I do believe I would be incapable of deducing otherwise.

"Lucifer has been.... generous, he wanted to ensure that you are well taken care of."

She is silent for a bit.

"Why?"

"Is that not what you wished, my love?"

I continue staring at her as her brows furrow into an utterly beautiful expression.

"I wished to be loved and protected, I'm not sure how that extends to monetary values."

I huff in amusement, "What if I were to allude to the questionable safety of entrusting such purchases to your father?"

Her eyes stray towards naught else but the ashened road and I realized there is another upcoming street, "On this upcoming intersection we need to make a right."

She does as I ask, "I guess that makes sense."

"Why question it then?"

Her face becomes expressionless, her features resembled stone and I never want to see her face like this again. I never want her to shut her emotions out, I want her to express them, I want her to feel nothing but love, happiness, and contentment.

For a moment I am worried of what she is to say, "Because you never get something for nothing."

I place my hand just above her knee and sigh, what has that man done to her?

"Kassandra, a deal has been made between you and the devil. Your soul; for love and care, for adoration and protection. Do you consider your soul to be nothing?"

She stays silent as she mulls this over, then quietly, "Yes."

There is silence for a long moment before she continues, "There's always going to be this question circling in my head, 'do I deserve this? Am I worthy of this?' Because I cheated the system, I didn't find it naturally. I forced it to find me."

Her voice was quiet but steadfast in it's tone. I cannot fault her logic.

"Kassandra, I understand your words, your doubt, your hesitance. But in all honesty, it's irrelevant because that only question that needs to be asked is, 'do you want it?'"

She says nothing but I know how deeply my words affect her. So I ask again.

"Kassandra, do you want it?"

Her eyes still on the road, though they are gathered with tears that threaten to fall. Her knuckles white from the grip she has on the wheel and her breathing stuttered.

"Yes," she whispers.

I lean towards her, placing my arm against the back of her seat and gently kiss her cheek, "Then it's yours," I breathe.

"You deserve to feel and be loved without trying to hide the pieces of yourself that you believe are unlovable."

She blinks quiet rapidly, "Ok, you're not allowed to say shit like that while I'm driving."

I laugh as I lean away and again the tips of her ears are a bright furious red.

"Where are we going?"

My laughter dies down until it's a simple smiled briefly and I wait until she glances at me to answer.

"Home."