(AURORA'S POV)
He carried me out of the church like I weighed nothing. I did not struggle, I did not say anything.
I just watched him closely, deducing what I could from this masked devil.
If there's anything twenty four years of survival has taught me, it is that you must know when a situation is out of your hands.
Like now, my life was in the hands of this devil and evwn though I really should have been scared, I wasn't.
I was honestly more curious than in fear.
The Masked Devil (as I have chosen to call him for now), placed me in the car smoothly but quickly, he shut the door and got in through the other side.
Two more cars, a boat, another car and many tunnels later, we arrived at a Neat, underground compound that was decorated with beautiful potted plants that sent jolts of nostalgia through my body.
I noticed the cameras, the quietness and the swift orderliness of the other vehicles of masked men pulling up. Their movements precise, quick.
It looked like the kind of place that did not belong on the map.
The masked devil, swept me on to his arms again ans led me past large doors. The light was warm and the stones walls were poilished perfectly, looking like they belonged in a historic museum.
He carried me past the polished floors, past rooms, so many rooms and masked men in black walked past us with respectful nods.
Meanwhile, the masked devil carried me through it all without speaking, without looking at anything except the hallway ahead.
I soon stopped counting rooms and the groups of men that passed us.
When he finally carried me to a door at the end of a hallway , I expected him to put me down, but he didn't. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and carried me inside.
The room he carried me in to looked like it had never belonged to anyone. No personal effects, no photographs. The sheets were very clean, the bed looked like it had never been slept in and even though the room was furnished it had an empty feel to it.
As he set me down on the bed, I thought to myself that this room looked like it could be prepared for a guest? Or a stranger? Or a wife?
When his hands unwrapped around me, I felt my traitorous body miss the closeness, his scent, his steady, heartbeat.
He stepped back, his tall frame now towering over me.
His mask was still on and for the second time, his eyes focused on mine.
Neither of us spoke for some time.
And then.
"The bathroom is right there, it has everything you need. If you need help, press that button." He spoke seamlessly. I didn't even turn to look at whatever button he was talking about.
I was captivated by his sharp, icy sapphire eyes.
The silence was too intense for me.
"What is your name?" I asked.
Silence.
"You don't need my name."
You just married me! The least you owe me is your name!
But I kept my eyes leveled with his, blue, cold, strangely intense.
"Then what do I call you?" I persisted.
He was quiet for what seemed to be a long time and then he gave me the most expected response.
"The Devil."
I titled my gaze at him in disbelief.
"That's not a name. That's a reputation."
"It's what you get." He pressed in a cold voice that would have made any normal person bite their tongue.
Thankfully, I am not normal.
"It's not enough." I challenged.
He didn't answer. Just kept starring at me in the same way that sent shivers down my spine, that made me want to lose my patience.
"The Devil." I repeated, my tone dripping in sarcasm. "Like I am supposed to tremble when you enter a room?"
"Yes." He answered. Too quickly.
"Like I'm supposed to fear for my life or beg for your mercy." I continued.
"Yes." He didn't miss a beat.
I didn't expect him to keep answering me but he did and it fueled me more.
"Well, that's too bad for you." I said and a satisfied wave passed through me as his blue eyes flashed a surprise look.
"I don't beg." I finished.
He held my stare so intensely, so heavily.
"When can I see your face?" I asked.
Silence.
"Why?"
"You forced me to be your wife. You took my future, you took my name, you took my choice." I stated.
Also ruined my perfect revenge plan!!
"The least you can give me is your face." I said matter of factly.
I had already resigned and this was me venting my frustration. He was a dangerous and cold killer who prided himself on being called the devil, why would he answer to me?
But then he sighed loudly.
"Fine." He said roughly, like it was forced from somewhere deep inside him.
I wasn't sure I heard him at first and then his hands raised up to the back of his head.
The black silk was lowered from his face, slipping through his fingers and revealing his complete face to me.
My world stopped and so did my heart. I felt weak, drained and yet charged up with confusion.
I wanted to shake my head, to say something, to move something but I couldn't.
My limbs felt too heavy to be moved.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his black, silky looking hair. A soft look of guilt spread across by his features, unbelievable for the devil.
The room blurred out and even though the rest of his face was now exposed, my focus was still locked on those piercing sapphire eyes.
Eyes that I should have recognized from the moment I saw them.
I wasn't sure of how long we spent staring at each other and breathing noisily.
But after what felt like eternity, I scoffed loudly.
"Adriano?" I croaked in disbelief.
He took a step towards me, a resigned expression on his face.
"Hey Ace," He greeted in a pained whisper.