#Chapter 277: A Devil You Don’t

Hannah “He really said that about me? ‘A devil you don’t’?” Noah nodded solemnly as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. Dark hair fell into his eyes, dripping water onto his cheekbones before he swept it backwards with one hand. “He seems to be under the impression that you intend to destroy Nightcrest—or what used to be Nightcrest,” he said with a derisive snort. I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought, although more from anger than fear. I knew that Noah’s father had always thought relatively little of me, and he thought even less of me after our mess of a first marriage, but this was just bizarre. “I wish I was there to slap him,” I mused, turning to the mirror and rubbing my face cream into my skin. “First he tries to insinuate that Melody isn’t our daughter, and now this…” “He’s just trying to get a rise out of both of us,” Noah said gently. “We don’t have to give it to him.” I sighed and met his gaze in