Chapter 19 Demon—Witch Saga

• —Fiona—
• I wake up to the chirping of songbirds and a stream of sunlight grazing my exposed breast from all the turning I did while I was asleep.
• Last night, I had closed the windows when the wind blew cold against my skin and I saw the kings having an intense conversation. Their chilling gazes that fell on me made me draw the curtains as well. What were they doing in the middle of the night seriously conversing, when they are ‘supposedly enemies’?