Azazel's clear blue eyes slowly contracted into one of shock, his eyebrows impulsively raised in a way that expressed his uncertainty.
"Evil spirit?"
He couldn't remember the last time he's heard about such situations. Evil spirits couldn't get into the palace of Viscarrian even if they wanted to, so how???
Roshan immediately opened the door to Anna's chamber and walked in, Azazel followed behind him and his gaze unhurriedly landed on the girl who laid on the bed.
Her face showed a clear discomfort and she looked power drained, she was asleep but her eyeballs seemed to move along her closed sockets as a look of fear contorted her expression. Her grip on the bed tightened and a cold sweat ran down her forehead.
"So cold." She whispered in her subconsciousness, her brows knitting into a frown and she turned her head the other way.
