Rama's eyes widened with pure astonishment when Draco announced that Malika had woken up. After finally regaining her memories, she had been praying and waiting for Malika to finally wake up from the clutches of death.
Her heart throbbed with happiness as a smile grazed her lips, her eyes blurred with tears as she rushed to the door, but then she halted for a moment as she suddenly veered around to face him "Wait! How did you know?"
"I sensed it, she's seeping darkness into every corner of the castle." He remarked.
"I don't understand, what do you mean?" She queried, her eyes dilating with suspicion.
He sighed softly before leaning back on the table as he took a handkerchief, cleaning the smear of paint from his hands.
"Malika wasn't the only one that resurrected from the dead." He intoned, peering his eyes at her from beneath his dark lashes.
