♫Wicked Game— X V I♫
MALRIC
Like every banquet, that one too came to an end.
Left with dark blood stained fingers as Malric sat in the silence left in the room, he pretended to be buried in his thought.
In reality though, his whole attention was zeroed in on the woman who remained with him in the room while she stared at a life-sized painting.
Lately, his eyes were always searching for her.
And his Arctic Wolf was always stirring unsteadily at the sight of her.
Perhaps it was not a recent development, but one he didn't dare notice until then.
There was something about her that always called for his attention. And it had nothing to do with the fact that she shared the same name with a certain woman.
Maybe it had everything to do with her dark eyes that drew him in strangely. They always held him in a way that spoke of practiced innocence.
But he knew that there was nothing innocent about her. Funnily, that answer, too, laid in her eyes.
