37 God's Arrangement

Emily didn't know how to explain.

Mr. Satan liked her hair very much, winding it around his fingertips and then letting it go lazily. "Stay away from him a bit."

Emily nodded. "I'll keep my distance from him."

"Good." Mr. Satan's hand slowly slid down from her head, his fingertips gently caressing her dewy face. "I feel like I can't be away from you anymore."

Emily felt ticklish by his touch and leaned away. "Do you know Jackson?"

"Uh, sort of," Mr. Satan's response was vague.

Which was true, given their shared circles in high society.

Emily reached out, also touching his cheek.

His white mask seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her hand slid along his jawline, wanting to remember its contours.

He caught her hand and kissed it lightly. "I didn't shave properly."

Emily chuckled, retracting her hand, and curled up in his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to rest.

"Mr. Satan."

"Yeah?"

"If I sue Sophia in court, do I have a chance of winning?"