Page 26 of Taken By the Devilish King

"I'll take care of that. Don't you worry, my iblis." I tap my forehead and take a step forward, turning around to take her hand and we go down and out of the jet.

We walk the short distance to the production trailers where everyone is shocked to see Ayla after a week-long absence. I make sure to infiltrate all their minds and present myself as an Earthen man and follow her to the director's trailer.

The director's anger toward her makes me furious. It becomes almost impossible to listen to the conversation when his feelings make mine even worse, but I have to keep it under control or I won't be able to conceal myself in his presence.

I take deep long breaths and focus on Ayla. Focus on the good, positive energy she exudes despite the circumstances.

"It was a medical emergency, I promise. I never meant to leave you hanging," she explains.

"You couldn't call?"

She turns to me and purses her lips.

"My...doctor wouldn't let me."

Jonathan Masters still isn't convinced so while I'm calm, I throw a little extra conviction into his head and in no time he's got the production back on their feet and preparing to shoot.

Shortly after the announcement that production is back and running, Ayla's PA, Karma Chopra, and her agent, storm into her trailer where Ayla repeats the story and I make them believe her.

It's exhausting to conceal myself and help Ayla not be in trouble, but it's also so intoxicating to watch her back in her element. It's so fascinating to be there when the make-up artists and the hair stylist make her look even more beautiful, as if that's even possible. Wardrobe dresses her and the script supervisor makes sure she looks good for continuity.

By the time the cameras are rolling I've got the biggest headache I've ever had, but at least while Ayla is doing her scene, most eyes are on her so there are less minds to manipulate.

She didn't lie when she said she works long hours. They have her do the same short scene forty times before they move on to the next scene, which takes an hour to set up. It's hours before we're on our way back to her trailer and she's practically dragging me back.

“You're exhausted," she says as she opens the door.

"Too many minds," I mumble and help her by lifting my own legs to get in.

"You can't do this every day. You'll kill yourself."

As we reach the sofa, I release myself from her hold and collapse on it.

"Then it will be a sweet death."

She shakes her head.

"No, I won't have that. You can't do that for the next five days. You should stay in here. You'll be closer to me but not need to use your power all day."

"I can't let you out of my sight."

She huffs.

"You're so stubborn. Fine. I'll think of something. Make-up might help. But now rest, Lofy. Please."

"I can't. I need to make sure no one comes in here to harm you."

Ayla rubs her face and groans. I want to read her emotions, but I'm too exhausted to do so.

"My God, Lofy. No one is going to hurt me. Relax."

"Not possible." I try to sit up, but she pushes me back down.

"Rest, or I'll make you." She dips her head in front of my face and her expression tightens, as if she's threatening me.

It reminds me of her scene with the rebel in Rise of the Masters, where she forced Troy to sleep while she tended to his wounds and they shared their first kiss.

I was so mad when I watched it. I hated seeing her kiss someone else, especially Troy who went on to betray her. But after a few watches I reveled in the moment and her character's motivations and it had made it one of my favorite scenes she'd ever done.

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