08_Nyx_08
"I thought the devil had horns," the woman said, her voice low but steady. "Turns out, he wears a suit and tie and has neatly combed hair... He's nice. Polite." She stared at the man across from her, unflinching.
"Are you referring to me, Ms. Nielsen?" he asked with a glint of amusement in his eyes.
There was something too eager in the way he leaned forward, as if thrilled someone had finally glimpsed the cracks in his carefully polished mask.
"What if I am?" she replied coolly, unaware of the storm she had just invited in. His smile widened; it was wicked, hungry, and delighted.
"That's not a very nice thing to say," he said, chuckling. "I do have horns." He tapped his temple lightly, as if they were just beneath the surface, waiting.
The game had begun, and he was already savoring every move.
However, he was the last to realize-she'd played this game before. And she always won.