The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

I stopped.

Just for a moment.

I let out a slow breath, turning my head slightly to look at her. "For a moment, when you said it was a setup... I wanted to believe it."

Her eyes lit up—just for a second, as if she thought she had a chance.

I crushed that hope immediately.

"But who am I fooling?"

Her face paled.

I took a slow step toward her, my emerald eyes empty, cold, void of anything she once knew.

"The lipstick marks on those men's necks."

She flinched.