Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

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"Why are you not jelous?" Cassandra's confused voice rang in witch's ears, reddish eyes left the page and meet the vampire. 

"Why are you jelous?" The witch bite back tilting her head to the side. Small smile popped on her face when glimpse of shock and irritation passed Dimitrescu. 

Cassandra huffed loudly and crossed hands on her chest, for a moment her eyes moving to the topic of the conversation sitting not far away from the witch, just on the other side of the couch, with eyes glued to the book. The woman seemed to ignore them completely, but Cassandra knew, even started to count in her head how many times the maid glanced at the witch. And the number was moving closer and closer to 40 in the past two minutes. And it was driving her mad.

Or maybe it was the simple fact that she was on her knees in front of the couch, cleaning the  carpet, while the maid was comfortably sitting on the said couch making doe eyes towards her witch.

"I am not," Cassandra huffed angrily, hands clenched on the cloth. As Cassandra continued to clean the carpet, her movements became more erratic, her hands trembling slightly. She felt a mix of anger, jealousy, and vulnerability, unable to quell the emotions swirling within her. Her eyes darted between Zână and Liliana, her mind racing with thoughts she struggled to put into words. 

Zână, sensing Cassandra's inner turmoil, set her book down on the coffee table and took a deep breath. She wanted to reach out to the vampire, to comfort her, but she knew it wouldn't help the situation. Instead, she shifted on the couch, turning her body slightly away from Liliana to face Cassandra more directly. The vampire's shoulders tensed, but she refused to meet witch's gaze, fearing that would see the depth of her feelings. The room fell into a heavy silence, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and the soft rustling of the pages of the book on the coffee table.

Finally, Zână broke the silence. "Cassandra," she said gently, her voice a soothing melody in the tense air.

Cassandra glanced up, her eyes meeting Zana's for a brief moment before she looked away again. "What?" Her voice was laced with defensiveness, her guard still up. Zână's expression softened, and wanted to reached out, place a hand on Cassandra's shoulder or anywhere on vampire's body but she managed to stop herself and stay composed. 

"I know you're angry," she said softly, ignoring how Liliana bluntly lifted her head and looked at , "but you will make a hole in the carpet if you'll keep goinig."

Meanwhile, Liliana watched Zână interact with Cassandra, jealousy gnawed at her. She knew that the vampire had a history, if not somehing more,  with the witch, and the thought of someone else being close to Zână filled her with envy. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the graceful way Zână moved, the softness in her voice, and the mesmerizing glint in her reddish eyes.

Each passing moment seemed to deepen Liliana's obsession. Zână's magical aura, which worked unknowingly on humans, entangled Liliana's emotions, making her feel like she was falling deeper into a trance. She had never experienced such an intense attraction before, and it both excited and frightened her. She leaned back on the couch, trying to appear nonchalant, but her heart raced as she imagined what it would be like to be the center of Zână's attention. She longed for Zână to look at her the way she looked at Cassandra, with warmth and tenderness. She yearned for Zână's touch, the feel of her soft fingers against her skin, and the comfort of her presence.