"Why are you looking at me like that? What do you want me to do to you?" Mikel asked, his voice dripping with wickedness.

Sylvia gulped, not daring to speak out loud the thoughts and images running in her mind.

Mikel chuckled, teasing her with his eyes. "Stop overthinking, else your pretty little face is soon going to be overrun by ugly frown lines."

How shameless! Sylvia glared at the hateful man and bit her lips in frustration.

If you don't want to give me frown lines, then stop torturing me like this, damn it!

She fumed inwardly, the anger clearly reflected in her cold blue eyes that could move anyone's heart.

Mikel grinned, drinking in and savoring her every precious reaction.

He indeed had his eyes on her for a completely different reason, but the woman in his arms was a firecracker, so lively and volatile.

He just couldn't stop himself from toying with her and teasing her.

Mikel softly sighed deciding to stop here for the time being. The woman truly had a knack for testing his restraint.

Every little move of hers was enchanting and he didn't want to lose control over his actions right here and now.

"Take your mind off the gutter and get some sleep kitten." He whispered before turning away from her.

He switched his position from lying on his side facing her, to lying on his back and gazed at the open sky.

His one hand was over his head and the other was still wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.

Sylvia felt her nerves finally ease up a bit. Her stiffened body relaxed and she was able to breathe.

The heck? The kettle is calling the pot black! Whose mind is in the gutter?

She clenched her fist still feeling the man's tight grip on her waist.

This man was definitely going to be the death of her and he was simply going to do it by making her burst from anger!

Sylvia cursed the devil inwardly for a few minutes venting out all her pent-up frustrations.

It helped that he had his eyes closed and was not looking at her as if he was seeing right through her.

Sylvia sighed, her eyes wandering to the man's slightly open chest and the chiseled muscles underneath, partly visible.

His chest was lightly moving up and down, his eyes closed and the man seemed to have drifted asleep.

Sylvia didn't know how one could sleep so peacefully in a forest, that too in the presence of wild animals, but that was not her concern.

She was merely the help who had accompanied them to do odd chores.

Now that it was crystal clear that she was going to spend the night with his arm still around her, she tried to get used to the strange feeling and at the least get a good night's rest.

She tried to wiggle her body, adjusting her posture.

But no matter what she tried, her breasts were pressed up against the man's muscular arm and her body was glued tightly to his.

Sylvia sighed.

Her body ached from the shenanigans that had happened during the day and she was dead tired.

That coupled with the gentle warmth seeping in from the devil's body and his unique scent…

Everything slowly lulled Sylvia to sleep and she drifted off within seconds whilst still trying to find a comfortable position.

Mikel felt the woman's restless movements slowing down and he turned to see her fast asleep.

Her nose was pressed against his neck in a weird and funny manner.

There she goes again… Sniffing me like a mastiff… Mikel tugged at her waist, pulling her closer and making her face crash into the nape of his neck.

He thought that it would petrify her, but the woman nuzzled in the cozy warmth comfortably and continued sleeping.

Mikel could only helplessly chuckle and give up.

How did she so easily let all her guards down? Is she not afraid of me anymore?

He tucked the few strands of hair lingering on her face behind her eyes and turned slightly to look at her face.

With the moonlight gently shimmering on her elegant features, the woman was beyond enchanting.

Was this the natural charisma of beasts? He didn't know.

As his mind wandered, without realizing, he leaned closer and gently pecked the glistening cherry red lips.

The taste of berries was still present on them.

He wanted to kiss them again and again, his hands itching to mess up the woman in his arms, tempting his self-control.

But he paused.

He then chuckled and closed his eyes to sleep, hugging her closely and gently, both his hands wrapped around her as if she was a precious treasure.

Just like Mikel and Sylvia, Cassius had also fallen asleep a while back, his snores loudly ringing in the silent night.

Theodore was the only one who was partly awake and conscious.

He was a trained knight. He had developed the skill to only partially fall asleep, his conscious always alert to the potential dangers around.

And so, time ticked by quickly, with all the parties resting under the starry sky.

Crickets chirped, branches rustled and some beasts growled in the distance, but their campsite was calm and peaceful, nothing disturbing their sleep.

However… in the middle of the night… just as the moon dimmed a bit…

A loud growl suddenly sounded, making Theodore jump out of his bedding, to stand in full alert. He quickly unsheathed his sword and looked around.

Just like Theodore, Mikel had also caught the sudden change and he sat up.

However, unlike Theodore, he yawned lazily and stretched his hand, without the slightest hint of urgency and panic.

"Only this much, I expected a lot more?" The man chuckled.

Sylvia had also woken up by now. She sleepily rubbed her eyes, wondering what the demon was talking about now.

But as she blinked and her haze cleared, Sylvia instantly froze in shock and fear.

Completely surrounding them… probably dozens in number… were bright red crimson feral eyes shining in the darkness of the night…