Malika woke up with a soft grunt as she squirmed on the soft bed, wait bed? Her lashes fluttered open for her confused eyes to meet the dimly lit opulent room she was settled in.
As she looked around, she recognized it as lord Zamiel's chamber, the same one she had woken up in after healing her from the whiplash he gave her, the memories of the leather against her skin still made her shiver.
Her mind suddenly reeled into the recollection of being held captive by the dark witches as it hit her like a broken dam.
But then, the most significant memory she acquired was the enigmatic occurrence of her powers, powers she never knew she possessed, hidden deep within her but then only revealed itself in her moment of despair. Questions flew around her head but she was confused on whether it was real after gaining her consciousness.
