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The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 38: An Enigmatic Devil
Chapter 38: An Enigmatic Devil
Rama strode down to the hallway where Reina had directed the room she shared with her and Malika.
She would check up on Malika the next day after she was feeling much better as she was feeling a bit hazy in the head after Draco’s bloody meal.
She rubbed on her thigh where she felt the faint burning sting from his bite and her face twisted in disgust. She would have been stunned by his discourteous and shameless personality, but she wouldn’t be anticipating a gentleman like behaviour from a night creature and most definitely not from Draco.
She opened the door gradually with a slight creaking noise before she emerged into the tiny compartment area with four low mattresses with two on either side of the room opposite each other.
Not much was to be seen, candles were lit on the small table to enact it’s dim light on the small room with no one occupying it, but her and she wondered where Reina and the other maid was.
The two mattresses seemed occupied as it had a few clothes and other items on it, so she resorted to taking the unsettled ones, to avoid a clash with the maids who didn’t seem to fancy her arrival.
She dragged her feet lazily toward her mattress with dust residing on it which was apparent that no one had occupied it for a long time. She dusted it off, coughing in the process and when she was certain most of the dust had come off she slumpedd lazily on it.
It was nothing close to the comfortable soft mattress in Draco’s room, but she succumbed into slumber anyway.
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The sunlight peeked through the grey velvet curtains which made Malika grunt softly as she turned to the other side while sleeping comfortably on the soft mattress.
Her brows creased slightly as she fluttered her lashes open when she realized she had never being on such an exquisite bed before. She could feel the silk bed sheets rubbing against her skin and she slowly sat up from the bed in a disorientated state as she scrutinized her eyes around her surrounding.
Her brows creased tighter at the observation. It was undoubtedly a luxuriously furnished spacious chamber, designed in a royal manner with black marble floor, velvet curtains falling down on the window side and the bed she was on, was a king sized one covered in expensive sheets.
Memories of the gory whips she suffered from Zamiel flashed across her mind, as she tried to recollect why she was in such a lavish room and she trembled visibly at the horrid memory.
She inclined her hand backward to feel the scars on her back, but it was smooth with no hint of scars on it, although she felt the torn fabric from the whips, but she wondered where the scars disappeared to.
She could still vividly remember every scorching burn she felt on her skin the moment the whip came into contact with it, but she couldn’t understand what had transpired at that moment.
Her clothes threatened to fall off from her body as it was hanging on thinly, from the dress being torn at the back and she frantically pulled the torn dress together at the back to hold it in position, although most of her skin were still revealed.
Her eyes narrowed to Zamiel who was emerging out of a door situated inside the room. His boots clinked on the marble floor as he progressed toward her with a neatly folded material on his hold.
His usual unfazed stoic expression made her wonder about his mysterious personality. He could never be anticipated and whatever was going through his mind was impossible to decipher which left her more perplexed.
She swallowed softly as he peered his empty souless eyes into hers, captivating her soul with one look and she found herself unable to look away from the dark gaze of the enigmatic devil in front of her entrapping her into the dark abyss in his red eyes.
She abruptly averted her gaze from his with lowered head, hand clutching her torn dress together tightly as he neared her, making a thousand questions run through her mind.
Why was she on his bed with torn clothes? She screamed inwardly at the possibility that he had bedded her while she was in an unconscious state and she felt goosebumps materialize on her skin as her lips quivered uncontrollably.
Obviously, he was a gorgeous man, sculpted to perfection in every bit of him. But the thought made her shiver, she wasn’t ready yet, definitely not with a night creature whom she barely knew, retaining an enigmatic personality.
Her thoughts were abruptly disrupted when she heard his husky baritone voice whisk into her ears.
"I healed you after you almost died, if I wanted to fuck you, you’d be awake not asleep." Zamiel said with a flat tone as he placed the clothes down on the bed beside her.
She sighed out in relief, but she wondered why he healed her then. Why would a superior night creature waste a muscle on her?
"Obviously I don’t care. It appears female humans are very fragile creatures and you needed to live for more punishments." Zamiel added in.
Her lashes fluttered uncontrollably as she tried to process what he had told her. He saved her for more punishments? She wondered if she should be thanking him for his consideration? Although, he didn’t seem to consider anyone’s feelings, especially not a human’s and an insignificant one like her.
Her lips slightly parted in speechlessness.
Zamiel’s jaws ticked when he saw her pink lips part and he felt his tamed monsters residing beneath him threatening to turn feral and untamed to devour the untainted soul in front of him.
He took a sharp inhale as he strengthened his composure.
"Thank you for healing me, Lord Zamiel." She said with a nervous tone as her amber eyes darted to anywhere but his blank emotionless face.
"Put the clothes on and get out. Take a bath if you want." He said in a clipped tone and he immediately veered around and exited the room without waiting for her reply.
Her gaze dropped on the clothes on the bed and she frantically grasped hold of it, before scurrying out of the bed. She went through a door where the bath was situated and closed it shut.
She stripped off the torn clothes she was in and gradually immersed herself into the sparkling warm water with steams erupting from it. She soaked herself nicely, she wasn’t dirty so she didn’t waste time and took a swift bath.
She dried herself up and dressed herself in the emerald gown. It was a nice fit, hugging her skin in the right places to reveal her womanly slim curves. The dress was made of silk and too rich for a mere maid like her to be wearing, which made her a bit wary on how the maids would perceive her.
She tied her golden hair in a bun with golden ringlets falling at the side and she set to leave. She emerged out of the bath into the room. She stood in front of the full sized mirror and stared back at her reflection.
She had never worn such nice clothes to the extent, she was used to the dull and plain clothes she wore as a maid. She twirled round in the beautiful emerald gown she wore, feeling like a princess in those split moments, but her eyes darted to the door every second, looking out for Lord Zamiel.
Her eyes narrowed to the door that was slightly opened in the room and she found herself fighting the strong urge in her to steal a peek.
He had told her to leave immediately she was done dressing up, but he wasn’t present in the room and she was curious about the enigmatic devil, so she could take a swift peek and leave before he caught her.
She lightly tugged her gown up as she tiptoed toward the slightly opened door, while stealing a short glance at the door in alert. She slowly pushed the door open, which made a creaking sound as she emerged into the room.
Her mouth fell slightly open as she screened her eyes around the room. It seemed like a gallery room as painting palettes and canvases were randomly seated inside, but only one painting was covered with a white sheet, which piqued her interest to know what was below it.
Most of the paintings were about nature and landscapes, some were portraits of neon blue skies or the horizon which left her in a confused state. The enigmatic vampire sure had a strange hobby.
She proceeded toward the painting which was concealed and she extended her hands toward the sheet to open it.
A firm grip on her wrist halted her in her movements and she felt her heart jump to her throat when she looked up to see Zamiel glowering down at her with a burning glare.
Her heart pace elevated in fear as he had caught her snooping around and was undoubtedly going to punish her.
"I’m not different from Draco, so don’t push me to show you my demons. They’re not very gentle." He warned in a dreary cold tune as he leaned his face closer to her.
"Get out!" He said in a low dangerous growl reverberating beneath his breath and she felt the hair on her skin stand erect in dread.
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