Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!

Damon pulled her away and hid inside the small changing room attached to his large. His room had minimum furniture but the size and look of the room were befitting to the heir of a dukedom.

The changing room had only a few clothes. A large mirror covering the other side and a chair. Damon leaned on the wall and she leaned on his chest. It was hot. Too hot! The touch was making her nervous. Her breath was rugged and her eyes. She closed them and took a few breaths.

Damon shifted his weight from left to right feet. This was the first time he had held a girl in his arms. It felt strange. And her shifting again and again was not helping at all.

His chest was burning where she was leaning. And the soft smell of honey had engulfed him completely. Did she take a bath in it? Why was he carving for it?

He looked away and concentrated on the voice in his room. He heard two footsteps.

"No one is here." someone whispered in confusion.

"Keep looking, he might be hiding somewhere." the other one added coldly as they checked his room. Occasional sound of throwing something can be heard in the distance. Olivia heard it too and her eyes widened.

She didn't know the exact details of the attacks on him. But she knew that they come occasionally. Only once or twice in a year so that it did not get the attention of the knights in the palace.

It was less than a week ago when he was last attacked. How could he be attacked again? How closely had he faced death? Has it made him so cold? She could never forget the look in his eyes when he had announced the death sentence to them.

That hollowness, that coldness! He felt inhumane at that time, yet he had told her that it was his last act of mercy. How much had he suffered? 

Damon frowned when he felt wetness on his fingers. He blinked when he realized that Olivia was crying. Her tears were falling on his palm. Was he holding her too harshly or she was afraid of the noises?

He could not say a word or let her speak or the attackers would be alerted. He used his fingers to write on her nape.

"Do not speak." he softly made the letters on her soft skin. It was a strange feeling but he ignored it. 

She shifted her weight on her other feet as she nodded her head. Her lips moved on his fingers and he finally let her go.

"Bam!" a vase fell in his room, shaking her. He tightened his grip on her waist. She raised her head and met his eyes. His calm eyes looked so different from her scared ones.

He shook his head. Though he had let go of her mouth, she did not speak. She stared hard at him. He was looking back at her but his ears were strained to hear voices from outside.

The footsteps came closer. He pulled her further in. hiding behind the pair of clothes. But her dress stood out. He camouflaged himself behind the suits. But her large and deep gown could not be hidden. If he changed the places of clothes, it would create a sound.

She noticed it too. "Let me go, they will not harm me." she wrote it on his palm. His eyes narrowed. The girl was scared yet she was showing courage! Just like tonight at the party. Just like she had entered his room in the middle of the night. His lips curled. 

Wait! She entered his room half an hour ago before the assassins. Could it be a coincidence or..

The door of the washroom opened and closed. 

"But we were told that he would be here only!" Damon's eyes were colder than ice. Olivia felt that his mood had shifted. He was cold to her from the start but now.. As if he wanted her dead.

"Creak." the door opened. Damon pulled her up by her waist. He stood just behind the chair and pulled her high enough. Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes.

The attackers used the dagger to hit the clothes randomly and left the room cursing.

Only then did Damon let her go. He let her go at once and she fell on the floor.

"I am asking you again, Miss WItherland. What were you doing here?" The voice was like a cold whip hitting her skin.

"I have come to apply ointment on your wounds because you were limping. I did not know about it, my lord. I know that you are sharp enough, you would not be fooled by me. If I had been given such a task, I would have lied to my sister and ran away for the night." she looked straight into his eyes. Her voice did not show any guilt or fear.

 Damon looked away. He walked out of the changing room. The room was a mess. Olivia followed him. This was the first time she had seen the cruelty of these acts.

His mattress was cut from the middle as if they wanted to show him. What his condition would be, if he would have been here.

"Where were the knights? This is a duke's palace. How could the security be so lax." she could not believe it. One had to live under the constant fear of being killed.

It had been a decade he was facing this. How old had he been when he had faced it for the first time.

"You must leave now!" he warned when he noticed pity in her eyes. She did not look like a criminal but he never knew. He could not trust any Witherland. He had made this mistake once but now…

She looked at him with knowing eyes.

"I understand your fears, my lord. But trust me, I want to stop my sister. I want to help."