Capítulo 61: You dislike self control?

Cyrus set the nine-tailed fox on the ground and approached her, cupping her face. His amused smile transformed into a seductive smile sending chills to her spine.

"I did not, but I will soon." Cyrus replied, leaning in close to her.

Sage wasn't sure whether she should be relieved or not.

"I want to kill him myself." She growled angrily and clutched his wrists.

Cyrus nodded. "All right," he said, chuckling.

Sage's eyes turned a fiery red and narrowed at him. "Too many things have happened tonight."

"Which of them is your favourite, parrot?" Cyrus inquired, caressing her cheeks.

Sage's eyes returned to normal, her lips trembling as she tried to conceal her smile. "The bath," she finally said, smiling.

"Time to sleep." Sage was surprised that he wasn't questioning her about her strange dream.

"D..."

"Sleep." Cyrus let go of her face, took her hand in his, and led her to the bed.