Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: 145

Zarin woke up feeling as if his body was broken to pieces. Every little movement pained him. He turned on his back and realized that he was lying in bed and it wasn't his own. Where was he?

Sitting up, he looked around. For a moment he thought that he was in his parents' home and panicked. The last thing he needed was to see the faces of his parents as he leaves them again. Making them go through that pain once was already enough. Now he had to let them live their lives and he would go back to his.

From the scent, Zarin could tell that he was in Zamiel's home. From afar he could smell brewed coffee and burning wood, and close he could smell burnt skin. He remembered getting hit by lightening and then everything afterwards was all black. Why did Zamiel bring him into his home? And even put him in a bed?

Removing the blanket, he swung his legs down and groaned in pain. Every small movement pained him. He looked down at himself. He was damp, covered in dirt, and his shirt was torn. Beneath his shirt he saw burnt skin on his chest and down to his arm. Was something wrong with his healing? He was a full demon now so he should have already healed.

"Burns caused by lightning takes longer to heal." Suddenly the strange-looking water demon who was Zamiel's friend stood in the room. "You shouldn't anger a smoke demon."

Zarin remembered saying things he shouldn't have said. He had been emotional and intoxicated. He was surprised that Zamiel actually brought him inside his home and let him sleep in a bed after the things he said.

"I know. Love makes the man stupid." The water demon, Euphorion shook his head. "You are lucky the man loves your friend or you would be struck by lightning every time you stepped outside."

Zarin didn't feel lucky at all.

He stood up from the bed and decided to leave, but Euphorion blocked his way. "Don't you think you have something to do before leaving?"

Zarin was confused. What did he have to do?

Euphorion shook his head at him and then glared with anger evident in his eyes. "Do you know of something called an apology? Or how and when to say thank you?"

Zarin blinked a few times. He was not going to say either of those things to Zamiel.

Before he could finish his thought, Euphorion grabbed him by the collar. "Then you can forget leaving." He threatened.

"I'll do it." Zarin said and then thought to himself that he wouldn't mean it, so it didn't matter. He knew Euphorion would hear his thoughts.

Euphorion scoffed and released him. "I don't need you to mean it. Saying it will still hurt your pride."

Now he didn't know whether he hated this demon more or Zamiel.

"By the way, why do you hate him so much?" Euphorion asked, suddenly curious.

Zarin felt uncomfortable with this question, especially since Euphorion could read his mind.

"I understand the envy, insecurity and feeling inferior, but there is something more." He said narrowing his eyes.

Zarin took a step back. He didn't like having this ancient demon's attention.

"Do you perhaps… like him?"

What?!

"No!" Zarin yelled.

Euphorion tilted his head, and a corner of his mouth lifted. He nodded as if he finally got the answer.

Zarin shook his head. That was ridiculous. Why would he like Zamiel? He hated that man.

"Hatred that comes from an unknown place is usually love in disguise." Euphorion smirked.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Zamiel's maid stood at the entrance. "I have the clothes you asked for, My Lord." She said and then walked in briefly and placed them on the chair in the room.

"Thank you, Helen." Euphorion smiled at her, almost causing her to lose balance on her way out. "Could you prepare a bath for the boy as well?" He said talking about him.