The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 89: Obsession

Chapter 89: Obsession

Malika shot her a confused look at her countenance, she seemed lost with that straying look on her face as if she had woken up from a trance or rather seen a ghost.

"What’s wrong?" Malika queried with raised brows, she seemed oblivious to Draco’s presence.

"N-Nothing." Rama spluttered with a forced smile as she regained her composure. With tense movements, she slid her wet palms against her skirt to straighten it.

Malika darted her eyes around as she felt a strange air around the vicinity, but she gave her shoulders a light shrug.

"Where is lord Damien? Has he gone out?" Malika queried as they pranced down the hallway.

Malika’s words faded into muffled sounds as they whisked into her ears. Even after they had long been apart, she could still feel the symphony of coldness and hotness beneath his fingertips while he grazed her skin with a feathery touch, his voice cramming her mind like smooth velvet.

It didn’t help one bit that the mere touch of his fingertips and contrasting timbre voice spurred a forbidden sensation within her, a feeling that was forbidden to the touch yet inviting in an irresistible manner.

"Rama." Malika called with a soft voice as she tugged on her arm gently to halt her in her movements.

"Oh, sorry I was a bit lost." Rama said with a sigh as she regained her composure, breaking out of her intruding thoughts.

Malika’s eyes squinted skeptically, but then it was suddenly replaced by a teasing smirk.

"Did he kiss you?" Malika blurted out blatantly, her gaze fixated on her and mouth slightly open in anticipation of her reply.

"He almost did....Had you not interrupted." She said dryly in a stoic countenance, but the last sentence was said in a whisper that barely traveled an inch.

Malika’s brows furrowed tightly, but then a smile lit her face.

"Did he or did he not?" Malika queried again.

"He did not, end of story. Where have you been?" Rama said, getting off the topic smoothly.

Malika’s face turned sullen, making Rama roll her eyes.

"I’ve been at the library with Andre." Malika said.

"I thought you said his name was Andy?" Rama said thoughtfully.

"It was a mistake, it’s Andre apparently, he wasn’t quite pleased I had forgotten his name when he remembered mine, but anyway, he forgave me and taught me a bit of how to read." Malika blabbed.

"I see. I can teach you how to read and write, you didn’t have to go to him, unless you wanted to spend time with him." Rama stated neutrally.

"Of course not, why would I want to spend time with..Anyways, he walked into me while I was wandering around, so he offered to teach me in his spare time, it’s nothing like that." Malika said in a rushed tone, waving her hands and shaking her head hysterically in objection.

"You have someone else in mind?" Rama suddenly voiced out, it was more of a statement than a question as certainty basked her words.

The tensity in the air was palpable as Malika swallowed softly, hands tugging at her dress nervously, a faint pink hue brushing over her nose, across her cheeks.

"You do have someone in mind!" Rama exclaimed with a firm voice, making Malika jerk slightly, lashes fluttering uncontrollably like butterfly wings.

She could feel the sweat dripping from her back from guilt as she bit on her lower lips, while twirling a ringlet of golden lock amidst hesitant stares and uneasy body movements.

"You’re not very good with secrets, your body gives you out before you even speak, and besides why are you so scared of telling me? I have no right to intrude in your personal decisions, I’ll try to be open minded and more practical about your choices." Rama promised with a cheery smile which soothed Malika’s unease for a split moment.

But then, as if something clicked in Rama, her cheery smile drastically dropped to be replaced by a grim expression etched on her face, her mouth hanging slightly open in disbelief and shock.

She breathed out an empty chuckle which ceased as quickly as it came, leaving Malika disturbed because she knew, she knew something and it wasn’t good.

"Don’t tell me...." Rama trailed off in disbelief, shaking her head softly with that unnerved look on her face, jade eyes as sharp as a dagger piercing into her amber ones, leaving Malika all the more speechless as she stood frozen.

"You’re in love with Zamiel?!" Rama exclaimed, disbelief, stupefaction, but most of all, confusion ringing in her voice as it echoed down the empty corridors.

She waited patiently with bated breath for Malika to deny it, but her prolonged silence indicated her answer.

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{In The Castle}

Damien strut down the corridors on his way to Draco’s chambers. He pushed the door open and a whiff of spice mixed with mint greeted him as it sate the air.

His gaze mechanically fell on Draco who was seated on a plush leather chair with a deep shade of crimson velvet, one long leg crossed over the other, one hand twirling a golden goblet with wine while the free hand tapped rhythmically on the armrest.

"Planning a wedding and you didnt care to inform me? Or was it supposed to be a private wedding?" Draco said in a polished tone without turning to look at who was hovering behind him.

Damien came into his view as he took a seat opposite him, seating in the same manner as he crossed one leg over the other with fluid grace.

"What is this prim and proper act?" Damien snorted out a short laughter that ended abruptly.

"You’re the clown putting on an act." Draco said lazily as he took a sip, while analyzing Damien with a crucial gaze, as if taking his eyes off him would warrant to an unfathomable event to play out.

"How so? I am true to my feelings, I may be a creature of the dark, but it doesn’t stop me from acting.."

"Prim and proper? A gentleman? Courteous? Well mannered? I could go on with your boring acts, you’re just a wolf in sheep’s clothing, luring innocent souls you can devour." Draco said with a neutral look as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"I’m just more refined than you are, you’re irrational and reckless, but what I meant to say is that it doesn’t stop me from acting any indifferent to my true self, I’m well aware of the demon within me, it only comes out when provoked, other than that, we all possess contrasting personalities." Damien said with a sarcastic smirk.

"Demons do only one thing, they devour souls irrespective of their personalities, why are you here?" Draco asked immediately as he diverted from the original conversation, while getting straight to the point as he placed the goblet on the side oak table.

"Don’t act like you don’t know. Why are you obsessed with my fiancee to the extent you have to watch her?" Damien threw at him, casting him a skeptical glance from the corner of his narrowed crimson eyes.

Draco eyed him lazily, giving him a bored look before he spoke.

"And you believe she is in love with you?" He queried in a mockery filled tone as he snorted.

Damien’s countenance remained indifferent toward his remark.

"It won’t be long before she caves in to my charms, moreover, her feelings shouldn’t be a bother to you, you’re not the one courting her after all." Damien remarked with a straight face as they maintained their predatory eye contact.

"Charms." Draco repeated in mockery.

"I don’t think your charms are enough to sway her lad." Draco drawled in a low, dark tone, his words commanding certainty, inflicted sparks of doubts in the heart of Damien.

"Whatever obsession you’re having towards her, you better end it now, or we’ll be reliving history again and this time, you won’t be able to crawl out of your dark hole." Damien warned with a grave look on his face, but as soon as the words rolled off his lips, Draco’s face darkened, losing his facial features into the cloud of darkness except his glowing red eyes that remained visible.

"Choose your next words wisely Damien, I wouldn’t want to send your fiancee your decapitated body as an early wedding gift." His voice came out low, dangerously low it seemed as if every word was embedded in darkness itself, spurring a wave of melancholy that was palpable in the air.

Intensifying silence provoked the chilling feel of the unnerving danger emitted in the room as the two dangerous creatures maintained an unresolved eye contact.

"There’s no reason to hunt her like an animal, she’s not your toy anymore nor your captive, she’s my chosen mate. The only wedding gift I’d want from you is her freedom, we’re of ancient lineage, you could do this much for me." Damien said with a light chuckle, choosing his words carefully to avoid stepping on Draco’s tail.

"But you haven’t marked her yet." Draco said lazily.

"I will, definitely."

Draco spared him a short thoughtful glance before saying.

"It won’t be any fun if I just granted you her freedom without something in return, how about(indistinct whispers...)" A devilish grin split his lips open after he spoke, while Damien retained a grim expression, his face darkening in every second.

"You claim hatred towards your father, yet you act exactly like him!" Damien spouted between gritted teeth, as he pinched between his furrowed brows in frustration.

"what do you expect? After all, I’m the devil’s son." He drawled, an ominous intensity hanging on his words.