CLEAN THE MESS

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

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When Damien opened the secret door, he witnessed a pale faced Adrianna.

"Iubita mea?"

When Adrianna directed her eyes on him, Damien was surprised by the malevolence in them. As if she is out to murder someone.

He stayed still for a moment. Waiting for her to speak or make a move. When Adrianna just took her sight and stared blankly at the bookcases, Damien was baffled.

But he chose not to comment.

He walked close and sat next to her. When he held her hand, he almost thought he was holding ice in his palm! He glanced at the still silent Adrianna.

Not knowing what's going on inside her mind, Damien kept mum as he blew warm air into her hands. Hoping for the warmth to wake Adrianna from her stupor.

After a moment, Adrianna spoke in a dead voice. As if she just crawled out from the grave.

"Who is she?"

Damien raised a brow. But again, he kept his questions to himself.

"A witch."

Adrianna's eyes became as cold as glaciers.

"The witch you asked to make my sleeping potion?"

"No."

Adrianna's body sagged as if a burden was taken off from her shoulders.

Before Damien can relax, Adrianna's eyes became slits.

Damien's hair stood on ends.

"Her name."

"Andrea."

"What does she have to do with you?"

"I have nothing to do with her. But her ancestor is a friend of mine." Damien instantly clarified. He has the urge to make this statement clear.

Seeing Adrianna's eyes return to normal, Damien almost patted his chest in relief.

What the heck was that all about? Damien was tensed for a moment. He feels like being grilled.

"And?"

"Its quite a long story."

"I have the time to listen." Adrianna's quick comeback.

Adrianna's face is set with hard lines. Her body equally rigid. Damien could only sigh in defeat.

"Around 1600, people were kidnapped by a privateer from the continent of Africa. These people were brought to the American colonies and were forced into slavery. Some were exploited to work as indentured servants. Some were put into labor in the production of crops. And Andrea's ancestor was one of the kidnapped victims."

"When I met Amara, she was running away from her Master. She was brutally raped and I happen to help her. To make a long story short, I eventually brought her to my plantation in Virginia and made her the estate manager. Then I discovered she was actually a princess in their clan who practiced voodooism. She then made a pact with me. I will help her clan survive in the new world and in return, they will unconditionally help me if I have a need on one of their services."

Damien leisurely stroked Adrianna's hair as he talked. Adrianna took his hand into hers.

"I don't like her."

"Okay."

"I mean, I really don't."

"Have you met her?" Damien is really puzzled.

"No, I haven't."

Damien just stared at Adrianna.

Adrianna stared back.

"If I want to kill someone, what will you do?"

Damien was taken aback. But he composed himself just as fast.

"I will sharpen the knife for you."

Adrianna suddenly laughed.

"While I'm occupied with my slice and dice, where will you be?"

"Me? I will be cleaning up the mess for you." Damien flippantly answered.

Adrianna swallowed back her laughter.

Damien looks like a dandy at the same time a rogue. He has this careless laziness like he couldn't be bothered by anything. But when you look carefully into his eyes, they are callous with eagle eye sharpness.

"Do what you want to do. I have your back." Damien whispered.

He hooked his arm around Adrianna's head and pulled her into his embrace for a kiss.

Adrianna was caught by surprise by the sudden kiss. But before she could respond, Damien already took back his lips.

"Let's get out from here."

Then he pulled her up.