Malika, sitting on the sofa stared wistfully at the window as she watched the sun dip below the horizon. The clouds seeped reddish tints across the sky until it darkened and the crescent moon appeared.
Sighing softly, she suddenly jolted out of her seat and then stood still for a moment before exiting her chamber. Walking down the dim corridor, she set out to lord Zamiel's chamber. She needed to see him, yearned for his nostalgic touch and his addictive voice.
She wanted nothing more than being cuddled up in his arms while she leaned her head against his chest and filled her nose with his cologne. The mere thought of seeing him again made her cheeks heat up with a red tinge brushing over her skin.
Skipping through the corridors with a dazed smile playing on her lips, she heard the faint sound of heels clinking against the marble floor sharply. Gasping, she moved her feet back to avoid being in sight.
