Deal With the Devil

The tension in the room was palpable, suffocating. Nicholas stood stiffly, his jaw clenched, his fists trembling as he glared at the dark figure before him. He had been deceived—of that much he was certain—and the realisation cut through him like a blade.

"We made a deal," Nicholas growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You said she wouldn't remember anything from the past."

The figure remained unfazed, the wicked smile spreading further across his shadowed face. The hood concealed much of his features, but the glint of his teeth and the sharpness of his posture oozed arrogance.

"But she doesn't," the man replied smoothly, his voice tinged with mockery. "Does she?"

Nicholas felt his control snap. He lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar. His grip tightened, the fabric twisting in his hands as he brought the hooded figure closer, his fury evident. "She remembers everything!" Nicholas snarled.