The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 75.2

– Yes, sure. Duchess…

But Derrick had no reason or time to explain anything to his guest, so he simply ended the conversation. The Marquise looked excitedly at her friend, unable to take her eyes off her. Looking around the woman, the demon did not notice any suspicious energy. After the competition, he thought for a long time about Judith’s condition and his connection with the Marquise. But now there seemed to be no reason to worry.

Having ordered the attendant to escort the guest out, Derrick hastened to leave, returning to the bedroom. The collar that Judith had held tightly to all this time was wet from the sweat on her hands. The demon put the Duchess on the bed, but she did not let up. She scratched her neck like crazy, as if trying to loosen the rope wrapped around her.

– I hate…

The delicate skin was scratched with nails, forming red streams of blood. Seeing this scene, Derrick screamed, trying to reach her:

– Judith! – now he held both of her hands.

Judith’s attention finally focused on one point, after which her focused eyes looked at Derrick. There was only fear in them. Completely worse and more terrible than before. The demon could not imagine what exactly the duchess saw, because it was beyond the bounds of reason.

– Move away! – Judith tried to fight back, biting his hands like a ferocious beast.

It was a fierce resistance that he had never seen before. It seemed like Judith was fighting for her life and Derrick was a killer. But gradually the golden eyes focused again, and the movements became slower. At this moment she said wearily:

“You… I’m scared,” Judith was almost inaudible. – It was not an illusion.

Only now did the Duchess realize who was standing in front of her. Tears flowed down my cheeks, and my heart was still beating wildly. She lowered her hands, pressing them to her chest. The body was ready to shake again in horror, and the heart was ready to burst from tension. Judith felt especially bad when she saw Derrick’s dark red eyes. The demon froze in shock.

But at the moment when he wanted to move away from Judith, she grabbed him by the soft hem:

“You… Not scary… Red… Red eyes,” her speech was intermittent and stuttering.

Judith couldn’t finish her sentence, hoping that Derrick would understand. She tried to show that she was not afraid of him at all, but only of the red eyes from her memories.

A range of feelings seethed inside the demon: sadness, irritation, anger. Now he didn’t understand himself. Sighing, Derrick frantically touched his wife’s cheek. Feeling warm fingers on her body, she shuddered and closed her eyes. The eyelids, wet from tears, shook pitifully.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, wiping Judith’s cheeks.

His voice carried through the air, as if calming and lulling the Duchess to sleep. This made her go limp and fall asleep. Derrick, unable to think about anything, kissed her forehead. But my heart continued to ache, as if it were burning in fire.