“He’s sleeping. Don’t worry. He won’t die from consuming too much alcohol. His body already got used to it,” Henry told me when he saw me waiting outside Daemon’s room.
“Drunkard,” she can’t help but complain. “At the rate he’s going, I’ll be widowed for a year. That would be a good thing, you know.”
Henry just shrugged and walked past her.
“Hey, wait. Henry, can I ask you something?”
He stopped and waited for her to ask. “Did he really love Devon? I mean, did he love me?”
She swore that she saw something crossed his eyes but he must be an expert in hiding his feelings because he quickly concealed it. “I don’t know. We have a different definition of that word, Devon. Only you can tell after you remember everything. Goodnight.”
“What is wrong with the people here? Not one of them answered my question. I ask the maid about Devon but she refused to answer. I thought they want me to remember but why are they not cooperating?”
Rolling her eyes in confusion, she silently went inside Daemon’s room where the big man is splayed on the big room. If there is something that she gained from befriending those maids in the kitchen, it’s that Daemon never slept in their room again. Since the night she supposedly died, he forbade anyone from entering the room. He is even the one who personally cleaned it.
“You know what, I wanted to pity you and I think I’m beginning to pity you,” she babbled while sitting on the edge of the bed while watching him sleep. “You have no parents, no common friends aside from your own men, no wife, and no child. I bet you have no peace of mind. All you have is money and power. At least I can sleep soundly at night.”
At that juncture, she selfishly wished to never remember her past life. What if she can’t accept it? What if she is really as bad as they paint her to be? What if she really betrayed Daemon and killed their own daughter? Would she be able to live knowing all of that?
“I’m not like that!” she blurted out. “For sure I’m not a killer. I know I have a reason, a very reasonable reason for framing him if I really did frame him. I’m not some cold-blooded demon. I can feel it. I’m too pretty to be evil. That Maddy is the type of person that can do that!”
Daemon stirred in his sleep so she’s forced to zip her mouth up. He turned to his side knocking over a portion of his blanket down revealing his upper naked body.
“Ooh,” Devon whistled when she saw how toned and firm his body is. “Nice body. No wonder I fell for him, did I? Wait, did I fall for a man like him?”
“Devon…” Daemon talked in his sleep. “Devon…” he whimpered.
“Uhm, yes?” she tried answering. “What is it?”
“Dev…” he continued calling.
“Yes, what? Devon is here. What is it?”
His hand moved searching for something in the covers. “Devon…”
Hesitating, she sluggishly wiggled her hand until it reached his hand where he clasped it tightly.
“Dev…”
“Yes, what? Do you want my other hand?”
“I hate you.”
She went speechless.
“Dev…”
“Y-Yes?”
“I hate you.”
“Why?”
“I hate you for leaving me alone.”
She didn’t know but she felt something stabbed her chest repeatedly. His words hit her even though she technically has no reason to. She wasn’t there to witness the pain they’re talking about so why does she feel like crying now?
“I hate you, Devon. I hate you for leaving me.”
No matter how she wanted not to cry but her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. Devon found herself weeping in silence while Daemon kept on saying he hated her.
“I hate you Devon but I hate myself more because I can’t shut off my heart from wanting you back.”
Covering her mouth to prevent a cry from escaping, she tightened her grip on his hand and squeezed them. Slowly, Daemon’s eyes opened and gazed at her.
“Dev…”
She looked away and bit her lips wanting to break free from this foreign feeling he’s invoking on her. Was it guilt or love she’s feeling? Is it true or is it just pity?
“I love you, that’s why your betrayal hurts the most.”
Pulling her on top of his body, he cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was surprisingly sweet amidst the bittersweet tang of whiskey on his mouth that she tasted. Devon wasn’t able to react gradually with his steel-like embrace around her body.
After a few seconds, he began to quench his hunger for her. His hands started roaming around her body while his mouth began to probe, deepening the kiss.
She closed her eyes, giving in to what her heart was telling. Maybe this would also trigger some memories. She let him kiss her for as long as he wanted until she couldn’t stay still and started responding as well.
The moment she did that, Daemon stopped kissing and went back to sleep almost the same time as he freed her waist. Shocked and embarrassed, Devon rushed out of the door back into the master’s bedroom.
Heart pounding in extreme emotion, she slapped herself in front of the mirror.
“Why the hell did you let him? Why did I kiss him back?”
Running to the bathroom, she splashed water all over her face in the hopes that she would wake up from this thing she considered to be a nightmare.
“Relax, Devon. It’s just a kiss and he is drunk. He will not remember it. You only let him experiment. You thought this could do something to get back your memories. That’s it.”
Breathing hard, she threw herself in the bed and covered her face with a pillow. An image of them kissing appeared.
“Ahh!” She dug her face deeper into the pillow to forget it but the scene just gets clearer.
“You’re a thief, Daemon! A kiss stealer!”