"Why do you think the vampire king gave us out to the lord?" Malika queried as she twirled the fork between her fingers thoughtfully.
"Maybe he was tired, I guess and lord Damien claimed he needed more maids, so it was probably his way of getting rid of us." Rama said with a forced chuckle, while Malika pouted.
Rama steered clear from telling her the truth, it was a confusingly long twist of a story and would undoubtedly bother the girl, it was better to carry her burden alone, than share it with her.
"So we're never going back." Malika said, her voice was a tad dull in comparison to her high pitched one full of excitement, her amber eyes retained a flicker of dismay.
Malika was a bit gloomy, she didn't want to admit to it, but her heart stung a bit knowing she was never going to see lord Zamiel again, their fate together was barely hanging on a thin string threatening to break any moment.
