A Devil's Bargain
A mocking smile slowly spread across his face.
"No grudge?"
He let out a cold laugh that carried not the slightest trace of warmth.
"Do you even know how to write the words 'no grudge'?"
The instant those words left his mouth, the fury he had buried deep inside erupted once more.
His fingers clenched tightly.
The veins on the back of his hand became visible.
The humiliation from that disastrous day had never truly faded.
It lingered like a scar carved into his pride.
His expression darkened.
The most miserable day of his life...
Had been because of Julian D'Aurelius and the Ashbourne household.
Even now, remembering it made his jaw tighten.
After escaping that day, he had been forced to crawl through a filthy sewer just to survive.
The foul water...
The unbearable stench...
The suffocating darkness...
Every second had been a nightmare.
