A Steamy Night

"Well, if you didn't kill her, then what happened to her?" Rama asked, shoving aside his sincere yet sinister choice of words.

"He did, Lucifer." He mentioned, his face turning harder by the second, but it wasn't grief, it was something else...regret.

"He killed her? But why?" Her words faltered as she spoke hesitantly, barely a whispering air as it rolled off her lips.

Looking up at her, a half-hearted smile drew his lips up "He was afraid of having a weak, halfbreed human-demon descendant, but it's ironic because he fears having a stronger descendant than him, yet he doesn't want a weak one."

"And what happens if we have a weak offspring or a stronger one? Will he...try to...kill it?" Rama asked, the words coming out forced as fear engulfed her heart.

"I won't let that happen, no harm will come to you or our future child." Draco promised, his eyes brimming with the unspoken words to protect her from danger.