SOLD TO THE DEVIL
Nevada Alexanderi mostly blame myself dorahe discarded me like i was nothingtogether for years, but he didn't know my real identity
His eyes were dark and completely without expression.
"My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything.
"I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you."
Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.