Nora's POV
"That's absurd," I snap, anger coursing through my veins. "I would never strike a deal with the Devil. Yes, I'm impulsive and take risks, but I'm not suicidal."
Ophelia fidgets with the ribbons of her cloak, wrapping them tightly around her fingers.
"I hate saying this, but their suspicion makes sense from the outside looking in." Her blue eyes meet mine, filled with regret. "You're a twenty-five-year-old Virgo, exactly what that demon was hunting. Then somehow you managed to defeat it. We know what really happened, but to everyone else..."
"Damn it, I understand their logic now." I close my eyes and press my palms against my temples. "What are my options here?"
