The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 212

212.

REBELLIOUS SLAVE SIGRID

I heard a louder sob behind me.

The girl, who hadn't made a scene in front of Drusilla, now reeked of fear standing before the danger that was Silas.

"Silas, I asked you a question."

I raised my hands, trying to calm him as I took slow steps toward him.

He didn't answer.

He just stared at her like a wild animal ready to devour its prey.

If I had any doubts, they were now gone. Silas wasn't who he pretended to be.

That submission he showed me was nothing more than a facade.

I remembered Lucrecia's words about his defiance; surviving so many years in the hands of that maniac wasn't something a weak slave could do.

Not only was his spirit strong despite the wounds on his soul, but the cursed power within him was... terrifying.

I'm talking to you, Silas.

What are you doing here? I told you to look at me.

Look at me, damn it! My anger was rising.

Treached him and cornered him against the doorframe, gripping his jaw tightly, forcing him to meet my gaze despite his towering height and much stronger body.

---- Finally, that golden, erratic, crazed eye, full of murderous storms, locked onto mine.

Despite the mask covering half his face, I felt the other cursed eye obsessively staring at me too.

I was waiting for you, my lady...

I was worried since it was so late, he finally spoke, restless, still trying to glance at her.

Why are you asking about the slave? I think you're getting too bold, Silas.

I don't owe you any explanations.

I shot back harshly, feeling like I was holding a ticking time bomb in my hands.

Were you having fun with her? Is she your new lover? he continued questioning me in a low voice, his gaze flicking back to the girl with ill intent.

Something deep inside me told me that if I said yes, Silas would kill that girl on the spot.

Why? Get inside the mansion and wait! I shouted at the slave, who ran into the house.

My body pressed even closer to Silass' tense frame, trapping him between my arms.

I knew he hated close proximity, but I was the only shield standing between him and that girl's certain death.

The door slammed shut behind her.

We remained outside, exposed to the cold night, pressed against the dark corner between the wall and the massive door.

His low, rough words sent tremors through my belly, and the perverse thrill of this whole situation had me dripping.

The hand on my neck tightened enough to hurt me, but firm enough that disobedience wasn't an option.

That dark magic was surrounding me, like a fog pouring from his body and wrapping around me possessively.

The worst part? I loved it.

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