THE WİTCHES OF DEVONA

Chapter 36

                         🍒DEVA🍒

I picked at my food in silence, with Darianna sitting beside me. The nagging feeling of not remembering anything chewed at me. Did all of these events really happen?

"I'm sorry, Princess Deva," Darianna said softly.

"Don't apologize," I replied, forcing a smile. It still surprised me that she wasn't pregnant anymore and that Paula was dead. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I remember anything?

"Can I see her baby?" I asked, and she nodded before walking away.

I glanced down at the food before me, suddenly losing my appetite amidst the attack of news.

It was hard to believe, though. I pushed the food away, staring at the empty table.

"Eat your food," Lucifer's voice cut through the silence from across the room.

"I don't feel like it," I murmured, pushing the food even farther away.

"You have to," he insisted, approaching me.

"No," I protested, lowering my head to lightly tap it against the table.

"Stop that," he commanded, gently raising my head. Our eyes met, and I found myself lost in the depths of his gaze. His eyes were captivating.

His hands lingered on my face as we stared at each other. I wanted to break the trance, but I couldn't. It felt as though an invisible force compelled me closer to him.

"You have to eat," he finally broke the silence, nudging the food toward me.

"Can I see my grandmother?" I asked, causing him to sigh.

"Deva," he began, his eyes still locked with mine.

"Yes," I responded.

"You know you've lost your memories, right?" he queried, to which I nodded.

"So... uh, your grandmother is dead too," he revealed, leaving me gasping in shock.

  I sat there, feeling like my world was crumbling around me. First Paula, and now my grandmother. It was too much to bear.

   Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. Suddenly, Lucifer was beside me, his strong arms wrapping around me in a comforting embrace. As I began to sob, he held me tighter, offering silent solace in my time of need. It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it meant everything to me.

  "Please tell me this is a dream," I choked out between sobs, my voice heavy in despair.

   I buried my face into Lucifer's comforting arms, seeking solace in his presence. His touch was gentle as he rubbed my back, trying to soothe away the pain. But no amount of comfort could ease the chaos raging inside me.

   Exhausted from the emotional turmoil, I cried myself into a fitful sleep, seeking refuge from the harsh reality that surrounded me.

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  He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his torso.

"Why are you making things difficult for me?" He asked, then took my lips back into his.

I taste the wine on his lips. He kisses me gently at first and then, as if he’s reaching for something more, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me harder. His lips are warm and so soft-his hair brushes against my face. I try to focus.

His mouth, coupled with the way his hand is sliding down my arm, is all too much. So much. Good much. So good. I just whimpered. As soon as the sound leaves my mouth, he’s pressing me harder against the wall. His left hand is caressing my cheek and his right hand is gripping me by the waist, pulling me against him.