Beyond His Evil

Twenty Four

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It has been a considerable amount of time since Devon left to meet with the general, and I was feeling extremely nervous. I couldn't help but remember his last words, "You're staying here tonight."

I wondered whether it was a wise decision to sleep with him. In the same room, I mean, not sleep with him.

I felt my face flush with heat as I thought of everything we did. Devon was an incredible kisser. The more I thought about our time together, the hotter I became.

Taking a deep breath, I removed my hands from my face and decided to explore Devon's room. Initially, I had intended to examine his bookshelf, but a book in the corner caught my attention. It was open with a pen placed in the center. Intrigued, I picked up the book and began skimming through the handwritten pages. The language was completely foreign to me, and I had never seen anything like it before.

I couldn't help but wonder if Devon had written this. I felt a mix of curiosity and skepticism about whether I should be reading it. It seemed very personal and private. However, my curiosity got the better of me, and I continued flipping through the pages until I reached a page with English words. I couldn't stop now.

The page had very few words written on it, and I quickly scanned through them. At the top of the page, Devon had written "healers." I knew that healers had been destroyed. As I read further, I realized that Devon's sentences were short and didn't make much sense to me. Was he researching about healers?

"One more will come. She's unaware, and different. Should I intervene? He desires her, but I cannot allow him to have her."

I wondered who Devon was referring to.

"But I made a deal. And a deal with him is unbreakable. I only hope she is not the one. This was not planned, but I cannot let her slip away."

And that was all. I quickly flipped through the remaining pages, but there was nothing else written in English. I returned to the original page and picked up the pen from the floor to place it back when a sheet of paper fell from the book.

I picked up the paper, which was a painting of an eye. It had a silver, lifeless appearance, and strangely, I felt a sense of familiarity as if I had seen it before.

Suddenly, Devon entered the room. I looked up and watched as he removed his shirt.

He began, "The seer called for me."

For some reason, I folded the paper and tucked it into the waistband of my panties before he could turn around.

He informed me, "She was complaining about a girl named Rya."

"Rya?" I repeated.

He raised an eyebrow, "Do you know her?"

Should I tell him about my encounters with Rya?

I shook my head and replied, "I've only met her once."

He was about to speak, but I spoke first, asking, "What did the seer say about her?"

He narrowed his eyes but answered, "That she is dangerous and should not be trusted. The seer asked me to keep an eye on her and promised to provide more details tomorrow. Details including her appearance because I have no idea what she looks like."

"Did the seer explain why she made such a request?"

He shrugged, "I asked, but she didn't say."

"If she is dangerous, why is she in a safe area?" I questioned.

"I wondered the same thing. The seer didn't provide an answer. However, it seems that the girl has the ability to teleport, which is highly unusual for a lower-ranked hunter. I believe she must have teleported here."