[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346: A Kitten Caught In Devil’s Claws

Darius dabbed at the stained pants with his handkerchief, but ultimately it was useless, doing little more than soaking up some excess liquid.

He had a better way to deal with the rest of the clothes, but first, he needed to bring Xion back to their carriage.

So, he tossed a bunch of gold coins on the table.

"That should cover the bill," he murmured, almost as if to himself, as if he wasn’t sure, though his gaze never once left the flushed figure pretending to slump limply in his lap.

Ah, his darling little healer thought he could play dead and escape.

How adorable.

Darius let his fingers drift higher, grazing Xion’s nape, feeling the faint tremble in his muscles.

Such a bad performer, really. The tips of his ears were already pink, and his breath hitched just slightly as he leaned in.

"If you are asleep, does that mean I can kidnap you?" Darius’ voice was tinged with an obvious hint of teasing.

The ’sleeping’ young man valiantly kept his eyes closed, yet his hands curled into the fabric of Darius’ sleeve, giving himself away.

Was Xion afraid of being kidnapped? Yes.

Was he afraid of Darius? The answer was, of course, no. He even silently muttered that Darius should just hurry up and take him back. He wanted to take a bath.

The more he stayed in this room, the more the cloying scent of expensive dishes lodged into his nostrils. Fresh air would probably erase this memory, or at least he hoped so.

The Archduke tucked Xion beneath the grey hood before sweeping him into his arms like he weighed nothing.

After adjusting the young man in his hold, he felt the little body ease faintly against his chest.

"Be still," he crooned softly, "I will take you back."

The servants, flagging both sides of the doors wisely, looked away.

Despite being well hidden, they still attracted a considerable amount of attention with their posture.

"Look at that pair," a woman muttered nearby. "The young man is so caring toward his wife. And then there’s you!" she snapped at her own husband, who stumbled under a basket of food.

The corners of Darius’s lips curled up.

"Did you hear that?" he whispered.

Xion’s shoulders twitched as he heard it, and though his face stayed hidden, Darius didn’t miss the faint curl of his lips.

"They’re calling you my wife. Ah, but then again, you already are, aren’t you... my dear wife?"

"I am not," Xion snorted. "I am your husband."

"Ah..." The Archduke drawled lazily.

His grip on Xion’s thighs tightened. He remembered the feel of flesh spilling between his fingers when he gripped them like this.

Xion didn’t have much flesh on his slender frame, but what little he did have was where Darius loved to leave his marks. Like the insides of those milky thighs, and the two faint dimples near his lower back.

And the slender back, and that delicious neck, and those little toes...

If he didn’t stop, the list could really go on for a long time.

Just the thought of Xion whimpering under him made his throat parched.

The hoarseness in his voice deepened. "Not sleeping anymore, my dear husband?"

What answered him was nothing but a soft snore.

Darius couldn’t help but laugh. How come his baby was so childish?

The body in his arms snuggled closer to him, and somehow that eased a little of the murderous thoughts coiling in his mind.

Darius didn’t need a mirror to know how hideous and ugly he looked.

Even now, he imagined himself swathed in slithering blackness from head to toe — a reflection of what he truly was.

Even now, when he looked at the person in his arms, all he wanted to do was drag those bastards and kill them with his own hands.

Not now. He reminded himself.

As they walked into the cool night air, Darius let the breeze wash over them both, clearing the cloying smell of roasted meats from the inn.

Above them, the moonlight glinted faintly. In a few more days, the sky would be overshadowed by the thick cluster of clouds.

The snow would become so heavy that even if Xion wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to leave the castle.

In his entire life, this might be the first time he was so glad about the chill lingering in the air.

With a smirk and the gaze that promised trouble, he walked forward. The snow crunched under his feet.

Just as they turned around the corner, there was a black carriage waiting for them. Not the big one Xion had travelled before.

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