Chapter 335: Bloodlusted demon
Bored and alone Abrielle eventually slipped into another slumber shortly after Evelyn left.
Her eyes popped open when she felt subtle sparks on her skin. Her blue eyes met his gold eyes that were staring curiously at her.
"Cedric," she called out a bit surprised to see him by her bed. "You were talking in your sleep." He mentioned then sat upright from his bent-over position.
"I was," Abrielle answered and he hummed in agreement. The room was darker, the candle lights flickering. It was already night. How long did she sleep? "Don’t tell me I was out for another 3 days." She joked as her eyes caught a glimpse of the dark starry night outside.
"Just a few hours," Cedric answered, he seemed to be calmer now. She wondered if he was still mad. "Are you still angry?" She asked and instantly regretted asking
He smiled at her. "What do you think?" Cedric answered. Her throat felt parched, and she nervously swallowed. Something was off about the candle lights that made him more entrancing.
"I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you," Abrielle muttered, her voice barely a whisper, but he heard her clearly. He arched his brow at her, his face getting closer. She shrank back her back against the headboard. Her instincts sensed something wrong.
Cedric stopped his face just an inch away from her. He was still wearing a mask meaning he just came back from outside. She could still smell the faint flower pollen and wet grass scent from his hair.
He must have been outside training. "What are you trying to do?" She nervously asked. His hand reached for a corner of her lips, then he used a small hankie in his hold to clean the corner of her lips.