The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 294: You… wanted me to kill you?

"And as promised, I’ll bring her back."

Bring her back.

Fil touched the side of her neck where he bit previously, closing her eyes as she hissed. Compared to the bruises on her body, no one could understand the growing pain within her. When she reopened her eyes, she hissed at him.

"I’m not... letting her out," she breathed out, and at the same time those words came out of her lips, Quentin suddenly appeared in front of her.

"That’s not a choice for you, love," Quentin planted his hand on the bed as he bent over. His other hand clasped her wrist to stop her strike. "You and I both know the time you tore down my empire, you broke your own law."

His eyes glinted as they flickered in red. "Your powers to seal her forever were broken." His lips stretched until his teeth were on full display. "What are you going to do now, Latrice? Die again? And what? Do you think Filomena and I will stop until you are completely dead?"

Fil gulped, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she kept her eye contact stern. She was still too weak as she had just woken. Thanks to Jackson and his idea for her to train, this body was able to withstand her reawakening.

"Latrice." Quentin moved his face closer until his mouth was right next to her ear. "I... will... break... you."

He slowly drew his head back, smirking as soon as he saw the bitter look on her face.

When she blinked, he was gone.

All that was left was the open window and the curtains flowing along the wind.

"Disappear," she whispered, and the small invisible barrier surrounding her disappeared.

Fil kept her eyes down as she slowly clasped the sheet over her lap. When Quentin sank his fangs into her, she felt this scorching pain underneath her skin. She thought he was sucking her blood, but it wasn’t like that.

Quentin simply brought back the memories she erased.

The memories of all the lifetimes she lived. All of them. He brought them back, all the details of those lives and how they all ended. But the life that resonated with her the most was the first one. The life where this all began.

With it, she understood why she kept living and dying.

Fil finally understood why she felt the strong need to cling to faith, to God, to the church as if she was always meant to that. She finally understood why she had such a hard life. She even understood her origins... and that she wasn’t Irene and Simon’s daughter. After all, Rebecca was controlled by Filomena — the bad one.

It was Filomena who chose Felix Hale, and it was also Filomena, who named herself.

What Quentin did was simply put all the missing pieces of a puzzle to complete awakening the seal. Because now that "Latrice" had woken up, his chances of letting Filomena out were huge. After all, Latrice was akin to the last door, so Filomena could finally get out.

"Fil?"

Suddenly, Jackson’s voice caressed her ears. He furrowed his brows as his steps slowed down, catching her sitting up when he remembered that she had just slept when he left. His eyes then caught the window.

’It’s open.’ Jackson quickly sat on the edge of the bed while scanning her. "Fil, are you alright?"

Did someone come in?

He couldn’t smell anything, though.

Fil didn’t answer and just kept her eyes down.

"Fil." Jackson lowered his head and touched her face. He guided her face to look up at him, only to see this strange look on her face. "Fil, are you hurt anywhere, darling?"

She assessed his face quietly. ’I told you...’ she pressed her lips and cupped his face. She brushed his cheek with her thumb.

Jackson raised his brows while looking at her. For some reason, he felt a little tensed when he realized her thumb was brushing the part of his cheek where his big scar from the past was. That scar disappeared when he was turned into an immortal being. After all, Latrice gave him everything, including her beauty.

"Jack," she called as her eyelids drooped. "That thing you want to tell me..."

Jackson’s shoulder stiffened before he forced a smile. "It can wait. For now, why don’t you rest first, hmm?"

Fil shook her head, but kept her hand on his cheek. "You don’t have to."

"What?"

"I remember now," she whispered, looking at him in the eye. "I remember everything now and I remember why I told you not to love me again."

When those familiar words caressed his eyes, he froze completely. For a moment, Jackson’s mind went blank. All he could do was stare at her with dilated eyes.

What did she just say?

"Quentin didn’t abduct me to kill me; he can’t kill me because if he did, Filomena would be forever gone alongside him," she explained in a quiet yet clear voice. "So, he took me to... remind me of who I was and what I am and what my existence had caused to so many innocent people."

Her lips curled up bitterly as her eyes softened. "Jack, there’s a reason I do not want to be loved by you," she continued, knowing he was too weak to understand her message back then. "Because you... you are the only way to break me."

Jackson furrowed his brows, a little overwhelmed at this turn of events. He planned to tell her about the past once she recovered, but now, she was telling him about the past he thought he already knew. Or rather, a part of the past he didn’t know.

"My heart, my blessings..." Fil slowly placed a hand on his chest and smiled subtly. "I handed them to you because if I could no longer fight her, you will."

"Fil, I don’t understand." His voice was laced with confusion, only to feel her hand tremble. Seeing that look on her face, he felt his heart sink. "You... wanted me to kill you?"