Zilia opened the door and found Casaio in front of her. Lowering her eyes, she gave him way inside. Casaio removed the shoes and put on the slippers.
"We couldn’t talk much last day. Where’s Idris?" asked Casaio, his tone sounded soft.
"Idris is sleeping," Zilia replied.
Casaio halted slowly and turned to her. "That’s better. We can speak without restraints then." His sharp glare made her feel a bit strange. As he took the seat on the couch, he asked Zilia to sit as well.
"How did the meeting go?" Zilia inquired, sitting across from him. She fidgeted with her fingers nervously, her heart racing in an uncertain fear.
"The pact is signed. You and Idris no longer belong to him. He can never use you," Casaio stated. "Why did you run away? I did tell you to stay back. Yet, you again betrayed me. Is this how you’re going to play with me?"
"That was the best way to stay far from your sight. What was between us in the past, it can’t be same in the present, not in the future. I wanted to start a new life with Idris somewhere far, where no one knew me," Zilia explained, looking straight into his eyes.
Casaio’s fists clenched, but he remained calm.
"That’s why I have decided you’re coming to the palace with me. Idris will be sent to the academy and will study there until he turns 18. Refuse me and you’ll see my wrath," he pronounced, not blinking even for a second while saying those words.
"You can’t do that," Zilia said. "We aren’t mates. You rejected me, remember? You hate me, and I... Feel the same," she stated.
"What did you say?" Casaio frowned. "Say it one more time," he challenged her.
Zilia opened her mouth and speak. "I hate you too. I don’t want to be a part of your life."
Casaio chuckled, confusing her. Then, the expression on his face darkened. Standing up, he walked to her and leaned down. His both hands rested on the arms of the sofa as he bore his gaze into hers.
"Very well. Then, I must keep you closer. You didn’t hear the other day I told you. How I feel about you? How I hate the fact I still love you? I can’t let you live in peace. It will make me angry seeing you happy with another man."
Zilia’s eyes turned misty, but she didn’t blink. "Don’t you fear for the Queen’s decree?"
"No. Once I send away Idris, I’ll mark you. Then, we will in a separate home away from the palace, but within the capital. Your pheromones only respond to me. You know this well." His eyes still remained glued to her.
Finally, he stood straight and ran his fingers through his dark raven hair.
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