The Devil had sent her a clear message.
One moment it seemed as if she was close to reaching redemption or perhaps a peaceful life where she could let go of her burning hate, but after getting an apparent message from him, it seemed out of reach for her, the flicker of hope in her eyes snuffed out in a beat.
She stepped back, away from the shriveled roses as she slumped on the bed. A peaceful life with lord Damien had crossed her mind, although it didn't sit right with her since her heart didn't conform to it, she was rather doing it for Malika.
Moreover, the thought of turning into a vampire and bonding with him for an eternity made her shudder, nothing felt right, but she wasn't doing it for love, she was doing it for Malika, the only light she had in her dark world.
