He caressed his cheeks, his hand moved down to his throat. It was very easy to kill a man.
Malik had killed so many. Criminals, Sinners. He had never felt the urge to kill someone whose aura was so clean, whose mind was so pure.
Like a white dove.
"I did not understand it. I have never felt the desire to kill someone like you before. It was as if I kill you, only then would you be mine. Those emotions were not normal so I gave you a chance."
Someone with such a pure noble personality would not release Lestin. He had been adequately surprised, even though the little fool had gone and fallen sick.
Malik chuckled, "It was the first time I nursed someone who was sick. It was the first time I felt nervous. I had to test the soup so many times to make sure it was the right temperature and I had to change the towel so many times. It was so bothersome but taking care of you made me happy."
He sounded like it was such a fond memory.
