Malika shot her a confused look at her countenance, she seemed lost with that straying look on her face as if she had woken up from a trance or rather seen a ghost.
"What's wrong?" Malika queried with raised brows, she seemed oblivious to Draco's presence.
"N-Nothing." Rama spluttered with a forced smile as she regained her composure. With tense movements, she slid her wet palms against her skirt to straighten it.
Malika darted her eyes around as she felt a strange air around the vicinity, but she gave her shoulders a light shrug.
"Where is lord Damien? Has he gone out?" Malika queried as they pranced down the hallway.
Malika's words faded into muffled sounds as they whisked into her ears. Even after they had long been apart, she could still feel the symphony of coldness and hotness beneath his fingertips while he grazed her skin with a feathery touch, his voice cramming her mind like smooth velvet.
