"Don't try me woman! I don't have the time to interrogate you on that royal ointment. I know you took it to treat your stupid friend, so give it to him now or else."
He's glared at her, but knowing she would need the royal ointment to treat her arm, Layah shook her head at him.
"I really don't have it. I don't know what you're talking abo-" She had yet to finish her sentence when Damien grabbed her harshly by the arm and glanced at her breasts, knowing she hid the ointment in the pocket of her clothing.
"Wha-what are you looking at?" She stuttered on seeing his line of sight and thought that he wouldn't dare do what she was thinking he would do, but he however shocked her by reaching out his hand and proceeding to take the royal ointment, completely not giving a shit that what he was about to do was inappropriate.
Layah's eyes widened, and before his hand could grab onto her clothing, she slapped it away and growled angrily at him. "What are you doing?" She questioned him with disbelief evident on her face and immediately backed away from him.
"Will you take it out, or do you want me to do it myself?" He scowled at her with no emotion appaarent on his face, and knowing that he wasn't joking, Layah quickly took the ointment out and handed it over to him. "Here, take it! "Hmph!"
Damien received it from her and turned around to walk to the table, but Layah, who was expecting an apology from him, stormed towards him and stood in front of him with her arms akimbo.
"What?!" He looked down at her with his brows furrowed in a questioning manner, and the urge to chuckle suddenly struck him on realizing just how taller than her he was.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" She questioned him, and he arched his brow at her.
"Apologize for what? Did I touch you?" He inquired, and she rapidly blinked her lashes. "Well you didn't, but you would have if I-"
"Then get out of my way!" He pushed her aside and walked to the table, then began to take his mask off.
"You know, you're such a grumpy and miserable person. Stop taking your anger and hate out on me! I did nothing wrong to you." She scoffed, and Damien halted, then slowly turned to look at her with an expressionless face.
"Oh. I see. You're quite smart, you know. To realize that I hate you after two days of staying here is actually a surprise to me. I mean, I haven't even shown you just how cruel I can be to the people I hate. I make them envy the dead." He asserted with no emotion visible in his tone and turned around to drop the ointment on the table, but Layah, who was extremely confused by everything, stormed towards him and stood in front of him.
She gave him a thorough examination and, finally confirming that she had never met him before, she lifted her head to look into his golden eyes. "Why do you hate me? We have never met before. Neither have I offended you. So why?" She inquired with curiosity in her voice, and Damien gazed at her, not uttering a word.
The scene of what happened eight years ago replayed in his mind, and he quickly shut his mind to stop himself from thinking about it.
Instead of answering her question, he pushed her side and made his way to the rack where he keeps three of his special swords.
"Hey, you have not answered my question yet." Unsatisfied by his silence, Layah strode toward him, but before she could get close to him, he swiftly turned around and growled at her with a deep frown evident on his face.
"Do you know that you're a very annoying woman?" He said to her, and displeased by his words, she arched her brows at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"You haven't even been here for more than three days and you have made me speak ten times more than I have ever spoken before in a day." He yelled at her with disdain in his eyes and unwilling to agree to such a theory, Layah scoffed.
"If you think I am annoying, meet my sister then! Maybe you won't have such a ludicrous perception again." She rolled her eyes at him and turned around to leave, but her heart skipped a beat when he appeared before her in the blink of an eye.
"Ho-how did you do that? How can you do that?" She stammered with utter confusion in her eyes, and Damien, who no longer had an interest in speaking to her, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the chair.
"Sit." He ordered her and, unsure of what he was planning to do to her, she slowly sat down with her eyes gazing vigilantly at him.
He ignored her intent gaze and, unbeknownst to her, he grabbed onto her arms, tearing off the arm of her clothing and revealing her deep wound.
"Hey, that hurts!" She hissed in pain, but he ignored her and snatched the ointment.
He sat down beside her and, as gently as he could, he slowly began to apply the ointment to her wound, blowing air on it in the process to help reduce the pain she was feeling.
While he was doing this, Layah stared intently at him and secretly admired his beauty.
"How do you have such long lashes? Tsk tsk, such a waste that you're a man." She commented, and Damien immediately stopped what he was doing, then raised his head to look at her.
"Will you stop staring at me? It's irritating and uncomfortable." He scowled at her, and she rolled her eyes at him. "Will you just calm down? I am only admiring your beauty. You know, thinking about it now, you're probably single despite your beauty because of your unnecessary angerahhhh!!" A painful scream exited her mouth when Damien, who was tired of listening to the nonsense she was saying, poked her wound internationally.
"Why did you do that?!" She questioned with painful tears in her eyes, and a slow smirk appeared on his face, satisfied by the pain in her voice. "I warned you to keep quiet, didn't I?" He arched his brow at her, and her eyes twitched in disbelief. "You're so evil."