Anne didn’t head back to her room, instead she chose to explore this large house, she wasn’t someone who was used to staying in a spot.
If she went back to her room,she might grow white hair from just lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
The doors on this floor looked big with golden knobs, some of them were locked, it seems whatever was inside the room wasn’t for anyone but the owner to see.
The next door she tried opening gave way with a soft creak, Anne peaked into the room then stepped in.
Her eyes grew as wide as full moons and her jaw almost touched the ground at how large the room was, it wasn’t actually a room, it was a library with shelves everywhere, various organized colours of book spines filled the shelves in neat rows.
A rolling library ladder rested against the towering bookshelves.
She approached a shelf admiring the books her fingers brushed the red spine of a book with a slight touch.
Not a speck of dust was found on this book, it was clear proof that Daemon took care of this library a lot.
Anne didn’t take him as someone who read books.
And with the numerous books around her, she wondered if he had read them all.
“I guess you don’t judge a book by its cover” She muttered as she pulled the book out if the shelf.
Her fingers brushed against the thick leather bound volume title The Lost Chronicles Of Eldora.
Out of curiosity, she opened the book, but only two minutes in, she closed the book and placed it back in the shelf.
The book couldn’t hold her interest because of how boring it seemed.
Her eyes caught a brass plaque with ‘Ancient history’ written on it.
“No wonder it was so boring.”
She walked around the library staring at various plaques, even climbing the ladder to look at plaques beyond her kind of sight.
They were sections like Strategy and Warfare, Law, Psychology, Mythology, Philosophy, Politics, Business and Economics even limited first editions and ancient manuscripts.
Anne didn’t really have interests in these type of books.
‘ Doesn’t he have a single book that tells story?’.
She couldn’t even find a romance book to pass the time with.
Daemon deliberately deleted love from this library, he was definitely not a man of romance.
The title black leather bound volume gleamed in golden lettering, apart from the book title, the book looked plain, even the back of the book had no attractive writing or symbol like the other books in the library.
The first page of the book had a frame of tiny symbols, in the middle she saw a word written in a language she didn’t understand.
After flipping through two more pages, she could finally see the chapter one of the book and it was written in english.
She plopped into a comfy chair and began to read the book.
The more she read, the more it seemed like she was reading a story.
Various expressions appeared on her face as she flipped through page after page.
William walked over to Daemon’s side despite the cold and rigid atmosphere around him, he knew he was taking a big risk but the bigger risk would be failing to fulfill his duties.
“Master, it’s time for lunch, do I go and fetch Miss Anne?”
“Don’t bother. I’ll go find her myself” Daemon uncrossed his legs and got on his feet.
He already knew where to find her.
He got out of the elevator walking towards the library.
The door was slightly opened, through the little space, he caught sight of Anne reading a book.
Anne found the book quite intriguing the more she read it.
It held her interest long enough to create vivid imaginations in her head as every word she read somehow came alive.
“It’s nice to see something that keeps you quiet” Daemon’s words startled Anne because she was so invested in what she was reading, that she didn’t hear him walk in.
“How did you find me?” She looked up at him from where she sat.
She didn’t see any maids on her way here, so how did he know where to find her?.
“What book are you reading?” He dodged her question which Anne frowned at but she answered his question.
” It’s a book I found” She placed her finger to mark the part she was reading before shutting the book.
She stared at the cover then kept speaking.
“It’s called The Fallen Ange— Hey!”
Daemon snatched the book out of her hands with a glare.
He looked like he could kill her at that moment.
“It’s time for lunch. You shouldn’t be reading such books.” He pulled Anne to her feet, the little woman glared at him too for taking the book from her. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“I’m not a child. You can’t stop me from reading a book I find interest in”
“Yes I can. You agreed to follow everything I tell you to , that’s why you are here right now. If I wanted you to jump into the fire you will, because I asked you to” Anne knew this cruel man was right, she had agreed to follow his orders for a month.
Now that she stared at him she wondered if she had made the wrong choice.
Should she have allowed him to kill her instead of agreeing to his bizarre condition that went against everything she knew.
‘No…
No I’m going to keep doing what he wants till he lets his guard down.
I can’t give up now.
I still have to avenge mother.’ Anne concluded in her thoughts.
“Fine. You can have the book” She said clenching her fingers which rested by her side.
“Good.” He turned to walk out of the library.
Anne begrudgingly followed him like an obedient sheep but her glare said otherwise.
The ride in the elevator back downstairs was tense for Anne, she didn’t like being in such closed space with a man like Daemon.
He was so unpredictable and dangerous.
An arm wraps around Anne’s waist and she’s pulled towards Daemon unexpectedly .
Her hands land on his chest as she tries to balance herself.
Anne stared up into the eyes of this man who kept appearing her just to annoy her.
His eyes which had once stared at her like he wanted to kill her were now unreadable.
The cruel smirk curled at the side of his lip didn’t help her in any way.
“You’ve been glaring for a while kitten, are you tired of your eyes?” He subtly threatened her while a smirk played on his lips.
Impossible….
That’s the kind of man Daemon was.