The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 52: The Devil Doesn’t Bargain

Chapter 52: The Devil Doesn’t Bargain

His crimson eyes dilated as he glowered down at her, the light reflecting on his red eyes made her able see her reflection in his translucent red eyes, making it seem as if she was drowning in dark blood.

He leaned forward, making her press her back against the sofa as she backed away from him. His strong arms rested just beside her head and his face was only a few inches away, so she could feel his hot breath fanning her cheeks and his spicy scent invaded her nostrils from the close proximity.

She suddenly regretted speaking, she should have been good that morning seeing as he was in a bad mood but she just had to be herself. Sharp mouthed and rebellious. She should have learned, she was no longer a queen who could freely spout her mind, she was enslaved and held captive by the ruthless vampire king.

"You’re right, I’m bitter."

His voice was low, dangerously low and she saw his forbidding gaze drop on her slender neck that was exposed from the frail clothing, inviting him to dig his fangs into her supple skin.

His adam’s apple bobbled up and down as he salivated and she realised he was hungry, maybe it was the reason for his shitty mood after all and if she had just kept her lips shut, she wouldn’t be in the ugly position of feeling his fangs on her skin and getting her blood half drained.

"Let’s see how much effect your blood can have on my mood." Draco said with a charming grin that revealed his canines as they elongated, visibly longer than the rest. Her eyes rested on his sharp pointy canines and she gulped softly as she anticipated the feel of it on her skin.

For a split moment, she saw his eyes graze past her parted lips before it stopped on her neck as he leaned closer. His warm lips rested on her skin longer than it should have which made her squirm in unease.

She didn’t want to anger him anymore, or she’d have pushed him off her, but instead she stayed put, praying inwardly he’d get it over with as quick as possible. She was already feeling nauseous, it wouldn’t be good if she threw up on his face, but she would feel good anyway.

His lips moved and she felt him sucking, but it lasted for only a split second before she could react in anyway and she suddenly felt his canines replacing his lips dig into her skin. It emitted a tingling sensation and at the same time, it burned as his canines delved deeper into her smooth flesh and a whimper escaped her lips.

The strange sensation lasted for only a few seconds before she felt his canines retracting from her skin. Tiny streaks of blood trickled from the tiny holes on her neck.

Draco licked off the smear of crimson juice on his lips savouring the exquisite taste before shoving his hand into his pocket as he stood straight. He brought out a kerchief, extending his hand toward her, like a gentleman. A gentleman?

Rama’s face twisted in confusion. He was no gentleman, but she took it anyway and dabbed on the trickling blood on her neck while retaining her eyes scrutinizing him.

Without a word, he veered around as he proceeded towards the exit to leave. He was acting rather strange. She was sure he heard her thoughts loud and clear but he decided to ignore, which was unlike him, but he didn’t seem bitter still, he seemed satisfied.

This was the right time to strike a deal with the devil, at least he wasn’t bitter anymore, he could consider the deal she was about to strike.

"Wait!" She blurted out and surprisingly, he halted in his steps.

"My lord." She added in frantically before sprouting up from the couch and he veered around with a lazy movement, giving her a bored look.

"I have something to say." Rama said, choosing her words carefully, but his bored expression didn’t falter as he looked at her.

"The prophecy." She said and paused, scrutinizing his reaction and she saw his brows crease very slightly, barely noticeable.

"I’m not saying that you’ll make me your queen, but there’s a whiff of possibility that you might and the only way to avoid that from transpiring is by letting me go." Rama implied and she saw a very slow grin tear across his lips, the sinister grin that he had barely worn recently suddenly manifested on his lips.

"That’s exactly what you’re saying and as much as you want it to happen, it won’t." Draco said with a lazy but highly confident tone as he buried his hands in his pocket.

Rama wanted to scoff but she held it back.

"It might not necessarily mean that there’s something between us for you to make me your queen, something else might ensue that’ll lead to that fate, besides you said the seers prophecies are accurate, so the only way to prevent it from happening is by letting me go."

Even though she knew her plans of persuading him was likely to be an epic fail, she still had to try, moreover she was dreading the fact that her king would be Draco per the seers prophecies. The thought made a shiver run down her spine in dread.

A dark chuckle rolled off Draco’s lips as it reverberated beneath his breath.

"The devil doesn’t bargain." Draco closed the debate with his final statement and finally exited the room before she could stem a reply, so she swallowed back her words as the door closed shut with a bang. She cussed his birth and his entire being in a mutter, while a thousand ways to kill him fleeted through her mind.

She was alone in the room, yet his dark presence and spicy scent lingered heavily.

She suddenly remembered the vial and also, she had to see Malika. Draco hadn’t told her to stay put, so she could at least stroll out.

She exited the room and marched down the hallway, toward the maid’s quarters and barged into the room where they shared. There was no one present and she quickly scurried to her bed, pushing her hand underneath the mattress and a small smile grazed her lips when she felt the vial.

She hurriedly shoved it into her gown pocket and proceeded out of the room in search of Malika and she felt her heart pounding in her ears at the worst possible outcome that Malika might be dead from the gory injury she suffered from the whips. She was quite fragile.

If something happened to her, she swore she would burn the castle down to the ground. She ignored the working maids as they glared at her with narrowed eyes and indistinct murmurs erupted among them.

She marched down in the entire castle, only the places where she was familiar with, but she was careful to avoid the prying red eyes of the night creatures.

She was about to take another intersection when she heard the familiar voice of Reina behind her and she veered around to meet her forest green eyes staring into hers. She always seemed to be in the right place at the right time.

"Rama!" Reina called with a cheery smile. She seemed like a cheerful person, but it appeared as if she genuinely liked her from her observations.

"Where have you been? Your maid was quite worried about you." Reina said with that sing song voice of hers. Her gleaming red hair suddenly looked dull in contrast to Damien’s, but that wasn’t important. She had Malika to find, yet she was engrossed in her observations.

"She’s not my maid, she’s my friend." Rama corrected firmly and a satisfied smile crossed her lips.

"Anyways, do you know where she is?" Rama queried in a slightly hysterical tone.

"Yes, she’s fine but why are you worried when it should be the other way round? We haven’t caught a glimpse of you for two days." Reina pointed out and Rama’s face etched with confusion.

"She can’t be fine, she was critically injured last I saw her." Rama said and Reina gave her the crazy stare.

"It’s best if you see for yourself, she’s outside tending to the garden." Reina said softly, as she stated her words with emancipation.

"Thank you." Rama said in a rushed tone while Reina watched with a sigh as she proceeded outside.

She went straight to the garden and mistook Malika for a lady of noble status as a result of her silky emerald gown she was dressed in, not until she turned around to face her and Rama’s lips fell slightly apart.

"Malika!" She exclaimed in confusion. Had she climbed the ladder of hierarchy already? She shoved aside the ridiculous thought.

"M..Rama where have you been? I was worried, you can’t disappear on me again." Malika said in a scolding tone, as she threw herself into her embrace and Rama hugged her back, relief washing over her.

"Wait! How are you okay? You were injured." Rama pointed out.

"Lord Zamiel healed me. Very generous of him, isn’t it?" Malika said with a cheery smile and Rama nodded thoughtfully.

"And then he gave me this dress, only because the other one was torn and soaked in blood." Malika explained, clearing off any doubt in her mind.

"He seems to have taken an interest in you or he’s strangely nice like his brother." Rama muttered sarcastically.

"He has a brother?" Malika queried and Rama nodded.

"Anyways, where have you been?" Malika queried again with knitted brows.

"It’s a long story Malika." Rama said with a heavy sigh.