After taking out her trash, I pick up my phone off the counter and pull up the contact I want. I stare at it for a few seconds, trying to calm my racing heart. Fuck, I hate this bitch so goddamn much. But this has to be done. Hitting call, I place the cell to my ear and pace Charlotte’s kitchen. “Hello, Haidyn.” The woman answers on the first ring. “I knew you’d come around eventually.” “I want your word,” I demand, ignoring her statement. This is what she wanted. Her laughter makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. “Give me your fucking word!” I bark, not in the mood for her bullshit
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He just sold his soul to the devil
