Can you still love the devil

How could he do this to her?

She didn’t want to look at him.

She heard him move about, place something within her reach then back off like she was some wild feral animal. She was a wild feral animal. She stole a glance at it.

A book. With an amusing title. She pulled it in with a shaking sigh and opened it to a fragile and beautiful bookmark. A little songbird. She closed the book with a snap and lifted her gaze to the wall. Refusing to look in his direction.

"Did you give gifts to Hazel when she was cross with you?" She asked with a chill bite in her typically warm voice.