Gulping, she dragged one foot very slowly backward, all while his predatory gaze held her captive. In the next second, Draco emerged from behind her as he moved with an unspoken elegance to stand in front of her, shielding her from the sight of Zamiel.
Their eyes met, creating the symphony of a regal ancient demon with a haunting silence and the guttural embodiment of the devil's son, an imperceptible clash of two malignant forces played out right in front of her as the friction in the air pulsated with menace.
Zamiel cast her a flitting side glance before exiting the room. A puff of restrained air left her lips as she could finally breathe.
"You shouldn't be scared of him, he's more rational than you think." Draco assured and she nodded.
Her mind was suddenly jolted back to the disclosed secret about Malika, she would never have guessed.
