Chapter 39

A huge glass chandelier was hanging down from the highest ceiling of the room in the castle in which Hazel was sleeping in her deep slumber. A huge painting of Daxon was hanging on a wall in which his wold from was also carved. Storm was standing in his all glory with his red shining eyes like burning coals and his black big furs.

But Hazel was so sleepy to look at the painting. As soon as Daxon showed her room and left from there, she literally crashed down on the bed and fell in the deep slumber.

But little did she knew when she slept someone sneaked in her room. Hazel was asleep but Daxon wasn't. He was wide awake and sat right beside her on the bed in which Hazel was sleeping.

His thick and rough fingers removed the tendrils of her hair away from her forehead making the crease of her forehead to smoothen. Her eyes relaxed making him smile at little. He moved his finger from her forehead to her pointed nose and then to her lips. He pressed his digits on her lips making her to br