C7 The beast

"Your husband isn't coming home yet, Mrs. Druft. He's crazy about Maddy Johnson. Don't expect him to choose you over that woman."

She flinched hard from staring at the parking area of the house when a hard bitter voice suddenly spoke from her back. She slowly turned around to see a man who has not been shaven for probably months now with a gun carelessly planted on the side of his dirty black jeans.

"Who are you?" She stepped back warily and looked at the door to the living room hoping for someone to be in sight.

The man just laughed noticing her fear. "Henry Sean. Your knight's loyal man," he introduced himself. "Go inside and sleep. Dameon won't be back until dawn."

He nodded at her and then walked past her towards the adjacent room in the main house.

"W-Wait Henry. Is she okay? I mean, is Maddy okay? I heard she's been stabbed. I just wanna know if she's alright now."

He stopped on his tracks but did not look at her. "If I can have it my way, I wish she'd died but I can't have my way so she survived unfortunately." He threw her a side glance. "Don't bother competing for that woman in Daemon's life, Devon. Just do what you came here to do. Give him a son, don't fall in love with him, and then go on with your life. Be careful with Joffrey though. He didn't stop from searching for the bride who jilted him."

Devon felt the familiar pang of intense mix of disgust and fear upon the mention of Joffrey. Henry must be telling the truth. Joffrey is not the type to easily give her up. His name is already tarnished from the shame of a bride running away.

"Thank you, Henry. I appreciate your concern."

"I'm not concerned with you. Just telling you things for our group's sake. We've seen war of the factions. It didn't look that good."

She still thinks about what Henry told her even when she's inside their bedroom. Aside from worrying about Dameon which is stupid because he is Dameon Druft, the consequences of her actions are slowly setting in especially when her family finds out that she married Daemon of all the men she can be married to.

Sleep has been scarce for her. She laid awake all night waiting for her husband. When the dawn breaks and she heard cars entering the gates, she hurriedly got up, peered at the window and sighed hard when she saw Daemon—safe and tired.

He must have sensed her presence because he looked up to her window and stared back. She raised her hand and waved at him with a big relieved smile on her face but he didn't smile back. Flustered, she decided to put down her hand but Daemon already nodded and gave her a small smile before putting his hands on his pockets and walking inside the house.

She eagerly waited for the door to open and when it does, she ran to him to hug him. Daemon was caught off guard but he didn't reject her and caressed her back.

"You're worried I might be dead?" he asked while undressing. She sat on the bed waiting for him.

"No, I know you'll be okay. It's just that..." Her voice trailed off. How can she tell him that she's more worried that he'll stay with Maddie for days and leave her here alone?

"I... I got scared that you might take too long to return to me. My family and Joffrey might be out looking for me and my wild mind is telling me that they'll find me here."

Devon walked up to him and retrieved his clothes on the floor. She avoided his nakedness he proudly flaunted in front of her. Daemon seemed to be convinced by her answer. After peeling off his clothes, he went into shower for a quick hot bath and stepped out of the water already dried, and without even putting anything on. She turned away, still getting blushes by his body display and that dangling thing between his thighs.

"I want to sleep. Join me," he said and open the sheets for her. She reluctantly followed and laid on the bed with him like a rock beside a volcano.

Without making any noise, he slid his hand inside her nightie and cupped her one breast. He nibbled her ear while he placed his leg over hers. Gripping the white covers, she just closed her eyes and remembered what he told her about enjoying the pleasure he's giving.

"How's Maddy, Daemon? I believe she's okay now?"

She felt him freeze in her side. The hand on her neck went frigid. The leg on her thigh shifted continuously as if constricting her, and the other hand inside her nightie stopped moving.

She reckoned that she might have said something wrong but the intensity of his gaze on her face prevented her from even looking at him.

"Am I getting too friendly with you Devon? Did I make myself too kind for you to even dare to ask about her? Did I even give you the permission to do so?"

He gathered her hair on one side while the grip on her neck began to tighten. She coughed and shook her head when he began to choke her.

"I... I can't breathe," she begged with her eyes as she looked at him.

Daemon's eyes softened and slowly released her neck from his hand. Devon gasped for breath. He stood up from the bed and looked outside the window with his back on her. She sat in the bed, tears in her eyes, and in disbelief that he was able to do that to her.

"Do not ever say her name again. You asked for my help and I generously gave you my assistance despite the conflict it would cause. Learn to read the air, Devon. You're not in your father's house anymore. You're in my residence and you're my wife. You are to abide with every rule I make. The first would be never to say her name. Never to talk about her. Shut your mouth and do not bother yourself with my business. You're only a baby maker for me, woman. You don't get to ask questions like that."

He grabbled for his robe and went out of the room while she started sobbing in her hands.

The sun is slowly rising in the east but she didn't go to the garden to water the plants like what she did yesterday. She also refused to eat in the dining hall so her food was delivered in the room.

Daemon went back in their bedroom in the afternoon to sleep. He pulled her back to his body and sniffed the back of her neck, his steely length manhood already poking on the crack of her butt.

"Do not anger me again, Devon. I don't like it when you do," he whispered and began tearing her nightie.