Flowers For The Devil

by Vlad Kahany

If this was darkness, Alina didn’t need light. If Harlan Krow was the devil, she wanted a lifetime of hell.

Whipping around, she stared at the shadow, forming out of darkness. Her lovely ghost. Always so quiet as if he were molded out of silent nights.

He bowed his forehead to hers. “I was following you the entire time you were in Old Nichol,” he said softly. “If your footman couldn’t protect you, I would have.”

that little cross under her garments. She kissed it often, she’d said. A cross! By God, I wanted to be a believer then. I wanted to be that very cross only to feel her lips on me, be close to her bosom, rest against her warm skin.

worst part about having choices is not being able to make one.

I might have been deemed a powerful villain, but my angel was the one who held all the power.

I’ve never known true love, Alina. But if it means reliving the horrible past only for a chance to meet you again—than I would have done it again so it could bring me to the day I met you.

“I am losing my mind with you, Alina,” he whispered. “I am losing myself in you. I am not a religious man, but I was praying you felt the same.”

Their vows seemed to have been sealed by some strange fate. They knew it. The man of the church was a mere formality.

his gaze burned her to the core with the mutual knowledge—they belonged to each other now.

Who could blame her? I bloody did that to myself. And I wanted to kill myself that very moment for tormenting her so, for she still couldn’t see the two men in one.

she was fire, her gaze so timid yet burning me to ashes.

She was mine for the rest of my life, and suddenly I wanted to be immortal.

I’d begged your God for so long to let me have her,

I’d thought before that she was my madness. Making love to her made me realize I didn’t know a fraction of it.

We had an eternity together. And it seemed not nearly enough.