Chapter 4: Chapter -4

He blinked his eyes and in a second he was back in his body. He opened his eyes and glared at the woman who was shaking her.

"you damn woman. What are you trying to do? And what have you taken me as? A damn sack of potato!" his face was scrunched and his lips were puckered up. But that was not the point of her focus.

"Your eyes!" She said, stunned, unable to look away.

"What about my eyes?" He asked annoyed at the way she treated him.

"They... They are golden. No more than that bit of bright orange like they are burning!" She said, amazed, still gazing in his eyes.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Have you drunk my wine instead of water?" He asked, blinking his eyes and then his eyes turned green like it was always like that.

She blinked and blinked but she couldn't believe the eyes that were like flames a moment before, turned green in a moment.

Or was she hallucinating as he said? But how could this be? Unconsciously she moved towards him and touched his eyelashes to look into his eyes more deeply.

Like she would find a different colour if she would look at this closely. She was so lost in his eyes that she forgot she was afraid of him or she was too close to him.

She came back to her senses when he shouted: "what do you think you are doing?" His voice was pitch higher than normal.

What a foolish angel she was. Did she not know, she was weaker than him and he could suck her soul from this closeness. Just a bite on her flesh and she would be devoured literally.

Hmmm, that smell. The smell of innocence waso strong in her, unlike other angels.

"I... I was looking into your eyes. I thought there was some dust in them. So I was just checking" she replied flustered. Creating distance between them.

Here he was shirtless and she was wearing an almost torn dress and she was literally sticking to him. When he shouted, she felt his muscles flex and his strong heartbeat.

'God, what in the name of christ, was I thinking while doing that.' She closed her eyes, her whole face turning red. And sweat started to form on her neck and face.

A moment before he was very annoyed with this foolish angel but now he was amused looking at her face and when she started sweating he was surprised angels didn't sweat! "You are sweating!" He exclaimed much more than asking. He came close and rubbed a finger over her sweat and took it into his mouth and licked her sweat.

Now it was her turn to be struck dumb. She had seen the hero licking the blood from heroin wounds, even tears when she was crying but for the first time in her life, she had seen a hero licking the sweat of heroien.

'Stupid angel, what are you thinking! Neither he is any hero, not you are a heroine'

"what... What are you doing?" She asked, almost shuttering.

"Tasting you in a way I can, without hurting you" 'for now' he added in his heart. But his reply instead of making her feel better made more embarrassed, if possible she was redder than before.

Now she just wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.

"So, why were you shaking me like an idiot," he asked, still licking his fingers with closed eyes. Like he was savouring some gourmet hardly available.

"I... I was trying to wake you up" she stammered looking at his face.

"Why? And why are you speaking like that?" He asked, confused.

"Well, I was looking out of the window at the scenery when few men pointed at me and looked like they were coming here. I want to go before they come here" she replied holding the hem of her dress in her hands tightly.

"Then go, why did you wake me up for that?" He asked, tilting his head to a side and then looking at her with a raised brow.

"Didn't you say it's not safe for me going out alone, so I... I was waiting for you to bring me out." She said looking around trying to avoid his eyes as much as possible.

"And as far as I remember, you were suspecting me. And didn't need my help at all" he asked with a smirk.

"I am sorry for doubting you and thanks for helping me last night," she said looking down like a small child admitting his mistake. She was looking ashamed.

The demon became surprised again. Didn't she defend herself even after being wrong? Angels never admit they were wrong in front of the demon.

According to them, we were always in the wrong. But he must accept he was thoroughly enjoying it.

"And," he asked with a smirk on his face.

"And I need your help to get out of this place. So would you help me please Mr Asbeel" although she felt awkward to ask for help from a stranger but she somewhere trusted him because not only did he help her last night but also slept peacefully.Like she was not even here. And it's not like she had any other option. And if help needed then needed there was no sense in saving her pride at the cost of her innocence.

"Sure, but first tell me the whole case. So I can deal with them." He said sitting leisurely on the sofa folding one leg on another.

Taking a sip of the drink which was on the table. When she looked at the door, he smiled and replied "don't worry, they can't come in. It's a restricted area. Even employees can't come here without my permission not to talk about those small fries."

She took a deep breath of relief, and sat on the adjacent sofa. "Well, it's a simple story. I lost my job yesterday. So, when I went home I was very sad. My roommate asked me what happened and when I told her that I lost the job.

She asked me to come with her and relax for a while. Then I should think again about what can be done rather than taking tension all day.

She brought me here and served a drink. After that, I lost consciousness. And when I came back to my senses. Four men were dragging me and rest is all known to you."

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