Malika was fully engrossed in the novel as she flipped the old pages, eyes screening through the inked words, but as much as the book piqued her interest, her thoughts constantly ran to lord Zamiel and where he might have been.
It was already nighttime and still not a trace of him was to be perceived by her then or presumably anytime soon. Her heart weighed heavy with dismay as she realized he might not come to see her that day.
Pondering on whether to go see him or not, she sighed in exasperation with her conflicting thoughts. He had strictly told her to wait for him, that he would come to see her when he was feeling more composed, but then there was no sign of him.
Concluding to wait for a few more hours, she continued reading, but as the seconds passed with his escalating absence, her hope ebbed down to less than a mustard grain, her face suddenly turning gloomy and nothing she seemed to read stuck into her head anymore.
