Neele’s Journal

Demon Realm, Vggladilsia.

Upper city.

Royal Castle.

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Diane sat up in bed before looking back at Drake who was still fast asleep under the blanket, she shuffled to the edge of the bed rubbing the goosebumps that had formed on her upper arm. 

Asides from the cold his body gave off, it was also giving off some sort of self-protective evil aura which made it hard for someone like VJ to get too close to Drake. Like some self-defense mechanisms.

For some reason, she couldn't even tell that the air was suffocating, but Winston had pointed out the fact that he couldn't get as close as she, and deep down he'd felt hurt. They'd known each other for years and yet this woman was able to get closer to his master.

So this was what a woman could do to a man?

He often pondered on that.