DEMONESS AT THE AUCTION ❄️
Part 7
Veronica took a few steps back.
"No. You won't. I don't want to owe anyone anything."
"You won't," Ethan said calmly. "I only take what's mine."
She frowned.
"Does my dad owe you something?"
"No. Not him."
"Then who?"
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"That's a secret… one I'll tell you later."
He looked straight at her.
"After all, we'll be seeing each other a lot."
"I never want to see you again."
"That's not your decision, sweetheart."
Ethan turned slightly.
"Now… tell me what happened today."
His voice hardened.
"And who's been following you."??
Veronica snapped:"It's none of your business," .
"…It's Atlas," her father said.
Ethan's expression changed.
"Atlas?"
Veronica said quickly:"No, it's not him," .
"When he comes after me, he doesn't follow. He appears right in front of me…"
Her voice dropped.
"And says he'll kill me when I turn thirty."
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
"Why wait?"
Veronica didn't answer.
Instead, she walked to the glass panels, grabbed a sharp piece… and sliced her hand open.
Blood spilled.
Ethan stepped forward.
"Have you lost your mind?!"
She raised her hand.
The wound… began to close.
Slowly.
As if it had never been there.
"That's why," she said quietly.
"He can't kill me before thirty."
A pause.
"When I turn thirty…"
her voice softened,
"…my powers stop working."
She clenched her healed hand.
"I can heal others."
A faint smile.
"But not myself."