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chapter eighty-five

[ THE VAMPIRE’S STORY ]

ATLAS’S P.O.V—

The calm wind whooshes past us.

It ruffles through the fields of grasses, filling the air with the sounds of leaves slapping against leaves.

The serene quality of the environment is supposed to extend towards me to help me feel calm and peaceful, but with the man in front of me, it is hard to feel calm. The man in front of me is the opposite of calm. He is chaos. He is mayhem. He is havoc. And he is promiscuousness, himself. He loves stirring up chaos — he feeds off of it.

I guess that is what he has come to do.

“What do you want, Luca?” I pause. “Or is it Lust you prefer to be addressed as?”

Lust says nothing for a while.

And it looks like he is taking his time to observe and enjoy the serenity of the field. But I know he is thinking of his next words; the next words that would trigger me.

After staying silent for a while, he gives me a toothy smile.

A toothy smile that tells me he is up to no good.

“Call me whatever you please. It doe
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