Trapped in the Devil's Deal      

[IRAYA]

 

"Uhm . . . I'm not sure what Lyander has been telling you, but it's not true," I began, my voice wavering slightly as I sat in the grand, overly intimidating study of Don Gregory—Lyander's father and, quite possibly, the lord devil himself.

 

Seated in front of me, the father-son duo appeared as though they were planning world domination, with me as the sacrificial lamb.

 

Don Gregory, a man who could probably buy a country with the coins in his pocket, watched me with an unsettling level of amusement. Meanwhile, Lyander lounged beside him, legs crossed, wearing a grin that screamed smug.

 

I felt like a mouse cornered by two particularly chatty cats.