ANOTHER THREE days had passed, and everything felt like a routine for Louisanna.
Domhall would suddenly appear in the king's room like a mushroom, fuck up with her remaining sanity, and when she was about to lose control with Domhall's sudden affection and pleasurable touches, he'll leave her as if nothing happened.
Like he didn't mess up with her at all.
"Tch. Who does he think he was?" Louisanna asked if she remembered how horrible Domhall's mixed signals were. "Right, the demon king."
She couldn't help but scoff in annoyance as her eyes roamed around the place where she was.
For the first time in her stay at the Inferno, Domhall gave her permission to walk around their garden— although Louisanna wasn't sure if the place is really a garden or a cemetery in disguise.
