Malika didn't want to show her fear, but it was impossible for her fragile heart to not have been horrified by his impulsive actions provoked by the nightmare he was in, ultimately caused by his state of vulnerability.
She didn't understand fully the concept when it came to the dark world of demons nor could she comprehend their demonic essence which was rather more clear to her now after that guttural attack from him. She could still remember the sinister growl as he grabbed her neck, it still made goosebumps manifest on her skin.
The demons had their own demons residing within them, it was one they either fought with or one they accepted.
Arriving in her chambers, she washed up and dressed while waiting around until Zamiel would come to see her as he had promised, but her heart retained a whiff of doubt, especially after seeing his guilt-filled gaze when he looked into her eyes.
