[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: A Cursed Relic’s Punishment

"A subject who talks bad about his lord should be punished. Right, ’sweetheart’ ?"

Darius’ breath ghosted over Xion’s cheek. His words were deceptively gentle. But those venomous green eyes betrayed his real intentions.

Xion had called him an antique artifact, of all things. An ominous, cursed relic!

Oh, he’d show Xion exactly how dangerous a "cursed relic" could be.

Leaning down even more until his nose touched the warm skin, he tilted his head to a perfect angle, letting his lips hover over Xion’s soft, milky cheek.

He could feel the warmth radiating off his healer’s face. His sleeping form was utterly defenceless. Xion was both fragile and helpless.

What a little fool. The archduke mused, But my fool, nonetheless.

Then, he sank his teeth in.

It was not a hard bite that could break the skin and draw blood, but it was still enough.

Enough to make Xion stir slightly in his sleep, enough to leave a perfect imprint of his teeth on that tender face.

He ground the soft flesh between his sharp canines a little longer before finally letting go.

However, like a wild animal, he could not suppress the urge to bite again. Harder, even.

Anyhow, this time, he settled for something different.

He let his lips brush over the tender mark he had left behind.

Once, twice ... Until he was satisfied with the way his kitten was so docilely staying perfectly still for him to shower him with affection.

Darius chuckled lightly at his thoughts.

Affection. It was the same word he had so fervently denied before. He had claimed that there was no way he had any such positive feelings for Xion.

And yet here he was, agreeing wholeheartedly that he indeed seemed to have affection for this silly kitten.

He was pleased by such discovery, but there was someone whose heart was leaping out of his chest.

Allen froze mid-step. From where he stood, it looked as if the Archduke was... kissing Xion.

Except... there was no ’as if’.

The kissing was real, and the gentleness flowing from those always scary eyes was also so very real.

No wonder, his grace did not reply when he asked for permission to enter.

The parchment, which was so crucial that he had rushed in alone without hesitation, was now crumpled beneath his tightening grip.

Allen turned on his heel without a word, heading for the exit. While he moved away, he made sure each step was heavy.

The sound of his boots pressing into the ground was louder than necessary. Almost like ... he was intentionally trying to wake a sleeping guy.

It was a silent act of defiance, a subtle protest against his lord.

Darius, on the other hand, did not even bother to look in the direction of the alchemist.

All his attention was fixed on a ring of faint marks blooming on Xion’s cheek.

The red marks, milky white skin... the sight was strangely beautiful to him. Morbidly so.

He suddenly wondered how Xion would look if he were drenched in blood.

Not his of course.

Darius was not someone who liked his things getting broken, and in Xion’s case, it was even more true.

My mark.

"For now," he murmured. His low voice sounded dangerously fond as he tapped on the sleeping beauty’s face, "This will do."

Xion, unaware, curled up even more. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}