Page 105 of Twisted Sins

She had to talk to him again when he returned.

The demon and his men had ridden out of the new encampment a while ago. The fierce look on his face indicated that he was going to find out who was responsible for the fire attack on his clan.

She shuddered as he would most likely return with the enemy’s head on top of his spear.

How can he be such a savage!

Removing the sweatshirt and her clothes, she walked into the pond. She went to the middle where the water was deep enough to come until her chest level.

The cold water was soothing against her heated and sweaty skin.

But as she bathed, her mind couldn’t relax. Thoughts of the demon filled her.

How did an Oxford graduate end up as the leader of a Kabali clan?

How can he live such a nomadic life with constant danger after growing up in the Western world?

Does he plan on returning back to the UK at some point?

She somehow knew he wouldn’t leave Singoor. He had embraced his father’s clan and took on the responsibilities of being the clan head and leader very seriously. He would lay down his life and, most of all, take many lives.

He might be a graduate of an elite university in the past. But now, he was completely a savage demon who wouldn’t hesitate to slit throats or cut off heads.

And I am that savage demon’s wife now.

A shiver passed through her. But it wasn’t entirely because of fear or disgust.

She realized that her mind and body gave contradictory signals when it came to the demon. One moment she would be terrified and disgusted by his savageness, but the next moment, she was drawn to him and craved his touch.

Her face burned as she recalled their passionate kiss the previous night in the cave. He kissed her to make her stop talking, and she kissed him back in retaliation.

What was I thinking kissing him back!

When it came to the demon, she always lost control. He infuriated her with his cold silences and arrogant orders.

No more!

She would lay down the rules of their marriage, even if it was going to be a temporary one. For the next few months, until the temple ceremony, she would ensure the demon would tell her everything about his life and also about the dangers in Singoor.

I won’t allow him to stay silent! I’m his wife. He better treat me as one!

With that resolution, she scrubbed her body with the herbal powder and washed her hair twice. There were a few burns on her hand from the previous night, which stung with the herbal paste. She had sustained them when she had gone into the seer’s burning tent and brought the prayer tray out.

Ignoring the stings, she was taking one last dip in the pond when she felt a presence.

Frowning and wondering why Uma or Rumi were coming to her, she turned, only to gasp aloud.

It was the demon. He was fully dressed, and he was walking into the pond towards her. Uma and Rumi were standing at a distance with shocked looks on their faces.

“Rudra!” She quickly crossed both her arms across her bare chest, only to realize her lower body was still exposed as the water of the pond was too clear. She lowered a hand, trying to cover as much as she could, but the bright sunlight and clear water of the pond made it hard. “Get out!” she shouted.

But the demon didn’t stop. And he had a dark, fierce, purposeful look on his face.

She was about to shout and yell at him, but she was shocked when she saw a knife in his hand.

Oh my God.

A part of her told her to escape, but she stood frozen as he reached her and raised the knife.

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