Bend To Will

As soon as Zoya exited the premises, Draco's voice rang behind her with a sinister prowl.

"I wonder what sort of conspiracy you're scheming with your diviner now." He remarked sarcastically as he drew closer.

"We're not conspiring, we're merely looking for a cure for Malika and Zoya has proven to be quite useful with her visions and also her hard work." Rama said as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, standing on her toes, she stole a quick kiss from him, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"She is useful, until she's no longer useful." Draco remarked.

"I trust she'll bend to our will, she seems loyal, but I won't let my guard down." Rama said as she squeezed his shoulders lightly.

"And where is she now? I'd like to have a word with your diviner." Draco drawled with that skeptical glint in his eyes, he knew something was off, somehow he always knew and secrets could never bypass his knowledge.