Chapter 403:
Caspian
No one responds to her question.
The Devil sighs.
"Oh dear."
She leans back on her throne, fingers tapping on the armrest. The crew shifts uncomfortably.No one knows what to say. No one knows what to do.
"Don't blame me." Her voice is lighter now, almost playful, but there is an edge beneath it. "Is there anyone capable of being calm after the love of their life has been hurt?"
The temperature drops.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
A chill runs through the air, sharp and sudden, cutting through the warm afternoon sun.
"But I'm a nice person." The Devil smiles. "I won't hold it against you." She pauses. "It is partially my fault anyway."
I touch my throat. The bandages are clean, but I can still feel the ghost of her claws beneath them. The memory of her golden eyes. The memory of almost dying.
"Well, anyway, this trip has been interesting." The Devil leans back on her throne.
