Alastair stared at the angel beside him, and his menacing aura vanished immediately. He had been scared to think that the girl would have fled after seeing his true character. He was worried that she would leave him, despise him even. But to his utter joy, Samantha had not left him or the palace, and the beast in him was immensely satisfied. It was roaring in exuberance, especially on feeling her close to his heart.
As he observed the girl, his lips arched up; and he kissed her forehead lightly. The tremendous waves of worry in his heart calmed down, putting him at peace. His eyes did not move away from her, watching her sleep peacefully in his arms.
The silent and tranquil moment broke when the clock struck twelve, and Alastair's eyes turned hard again. It was time for what he had been waiting for. It was time for the witch to start her plan. It was time for the Duke to get his retribution.
