~Francis's POV
I had my head tilted backwards as the devil in me tried to tear it's way through my skin.
"And what are you waiting for? Bring me Arabella," I ordered.
Excitement flooded Sir. Oliver's face as he left my room to fetch her.
No, I wasn't mistaken, and yes, I knew what I wanted.
After leaving Silver village, I knew that things just couldn't work out between Mala and I.
Mala and I were like Fire and water, heat and cold, predator and prey…only one of us would survive.
I felt weak. I felt vulnerable around her and it wasn't meant to be so. I carried the powers of the devil, so I was the devil.
I felt like a fool, making my human emotions sip through the cracks of my skin. I was willing to fight all the love that I had for Mala.
It wasn't easy.