"Dietrich, I don't know." Isaac admits sadly.
Dietrich chases after Emilia, refusing that she's really forgotten him. He grabs her wrist and pulls her in for a kiss but Emilia flips him over her shoulder.
"Don't you dare touch me again without permission." Emilia growls into his face.
Dietrich stares with his mouth ajar, completely flabbergasted by her strength and the flames of anger swirling in her silver eyes.
"Em…Look at me. We're mates." Dietrich pleads as he stares into her eyes for a sign of recognition.
"I don't know what you're hoping for here but I have no idea who you are. It doesn't matter how desperately you beg, do yourself a favor and forget it." Emilia says in a cold tone as she walks away.
Emilia returns to her room and is smacked in the face with the scent of sex and candles. She looks around with bewilderment at the filthy room and sighs as she begins tidying it up.