Devil's Sinner (Fallen Dynasty 3)

“Shit.” Devlin ground out his words. “Yeah, we can’t leave her with Peterson--even if she was a part of everything. They’ll take their revenge on her just to spite us.”

“I’ll go get Georgia.” Dominic tok a step forward. “You two have been through enough.”

“Thank you.” Devlin nodded to his father and stared as he left the room.

“Can we trust him? Devlin, I…” I felt a twinge of concern.

“Right now?” He shook his head and sighed. “We have to. We’ve agreed to put aside our differences for the time being. I don’t know how long the truce will hold, but he’s not going to hurt your sister--he…”

“What is it?” I blinked in confusion.

“Let’s just say he has a reason not to hurt her. I’ll explain the rest, but this is one rare situation where I know she’s as safe with him as you are with me.” Devlin pulled me close. “Let’s get out of here.”

I called Devlin. He came. He saved me. If he was ready to trust Dominic, then I had to do the same. There was so much I needed to explain to Devlin, but my thoughts were in shambles. I just needed his closeness. It was all the comfort I could embrace until I knew my sister was safe. Georgia may have been a part of Connor’s plan, but what I overheard when he was talking to Winter concerned me--it made me think she could have been a victim too.

“You’re safe now, princess.” Devlin pressed his lips to my forehead. “Nobody is ever going to hurt you again--I’ll put my life on that.”

“I believe you.” I leaned against him.

Devlin wrapped me in a blanket before we walked outside to his waiting car. My thoughts finally began to come into focus once Sloane Manor was behind me. It was finally over--my torment--my agony--the entire ordeal. I moved closer to Devlin, and let my head rest against his shoulder.

“I can’t believe my mother did this--Peterson, I know he’s a sick bastard, but my mother….” Devlin exhaled sharply. “Fuck!”

“She wanted your company.” I looked up at him.

“No, she wanted revenge on the Cabots.” He shook his head.

“She did, but that wasn’t all she was after. They were both upset when they found out you got the money without selling your company…” I sighed. “This may not be over.”

“It’s over, princess. It’s finished.” He gritted his teeth. “The only thing either of them have to look forward to is their coffins--and I’ll nail them shut with my bare hands if I have to.”

I wanted to keep pressing the issue, but I could tell Devlin wasn’t in the mental state for me to do so. He was furious--had just learned that his mother betrayed him--it was a lot to take in. I had to come to terms with everything as well. We may have stopped Winter and Connor, but I was no closer to freeing my father from prison. If Winter was behind it, I doubted she left a trail behind that could be followed.

The only thing I could focus on was make sure my sister was safe--and it was probably time for me to talk to Rhys. I had avoided it because I knew he was at risk, but the Cabot family was going to have to come together if we were going to be able to survive the storm that still wasn’t done battering us. Not just the Cabots. Devlin had made peace with his father. An alliance between the Cabots and the Windsors may have been unheard of at one time, but we were both tangled together--interwoven--in whatever twisted plot Winter and Connor were planning.

We arrived at Devil’s Manor and a feeling of peace overwhelmed me when I walked inside. I never thought I would be happy to see the inside of those walls again, but it was the only place I wanted to be. Cabot Estate would always be my home, but there was a place for me at Devil’s Manor too.

Belle met me in the living room and pulled me into a hug so tight that I thought she was going to suffocate me before she let go. I owed her an apology, but that could wait. Even Jasper seemed happy to see me, or maybe he was just relieved that he didn’t have to deal with Devlin’s brooding since I was back.

“I’m going to call a doctor.” Devlin pulled out his phone as soon as we walked inside.

“I saw a doctor--your mother had one take care of me…”

“I want a doctor that I trust.” He shook his head and kept dialing.

My nervousness returned as I waited for word about Georgia. The doctor arrived, checked my wounds, and told Devlin that they were as good as they could be under the circumstances. He wanted to see me in the office in a few days, but beyond that, I just needed to manage the pain. He gave me some pills, but what I really wanted was a drink. I wanted to feel numb all over without having my circulation cut off, or pain to break my body to get it.