The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 74.2

Now Judith felt extremely protected, despite all the memories and terrible circumstances of the meeting. Somewhere inside there was still an insurmountable fear, but in the presence of Derrick the Duchess felt comfort. After the competition, Judith’s emotions acted on their own, as if someone had manipulated them. And she couldn’t do anything about it – neither resist, nor control, nor pacify.

– In any case, I’m glad. Glad you’re okay now.

– Thank you. For coming to me like this.

At this moment the Marchioness stood up again, thinking that to remain even a moment longer would be indecent and even rude to Judith, who did not look well. The Duchess also rose to see her guest off.

And although the thought of Hannibal haunted her, Judith tried hard not to think about it. The Marchioness is one of the few people in the social world who has accepted the Duchess. And until the girl came to visit her, Judith did not understand how lonely she felt all this time. And if she loses the Marquise, she will lose part of her soul, feeling only emptiness inside.

Although her friend was dear to Judith, she noticed that Derrick filled her with completely different feelings. The demon was something hot, after his loss there would not even be an emptiness left inside. Without him, the Duchess will feel unsteady and cold, as if without a fire in the hearth.

Knowing full well what these fears were connected with, Judith shook her head.

Suddenly the sun lighting the room seemed to turn off. And the temperature in the living room dropped, causing goosebumps to form on my body. The Marquise stopped and said:

– But still you didn’t answer me.

Anxiety filled Judith’s entire body. My heart was beating so fast, as if it was ready to jump out of my chest at any moment. The Marquise turned around, and her face no longer showed the slightest tenderness with which she had smiled throughout the meeting.

“I asked why you were looking for Hannibal,” her eyes suddenly darkened.

The Marquise grabbed Judith by the neck with her hand. It was impossible to imagine that there was so much strength in this small female hand. Instincts screamed, I wanted to call the demon and run as quickly as possible, but not a single finger could move from fear and horror.

The red pupils glowed, as if a wild wolf with bared teeth was looking at her. The room was filled with wind, although the windows were closed. The Marquise’s face began to change, as if someone had simply erased it with an eraser and drawn a new one. And instead of the girl, the one whom she knew so well appeared before the Duchess.

“Damn…” she could only squeeze out.

Vincent squeezed his sister’s neck, causing her to lose her breath. Now he smiled brightly, as usual, as if he had done nothing wrong. A ragged grin appeared before Judith as her brother spoke.

“Now you clearly see what you’re afraid of,” the face changed again.

Now Sylvia stood in front of the Duchess. Faces endlessly replaced each other. Again and again. Judith felt like she was going crazy. More and more every second.