Chapitre 129: Meeting Her Mother

Cassandra sat stiff as a log, unsure if to let his scent seep into her and fill her heart.

Would it act as a salve or just plain torture?

She missed his touch but the poison that had brewed inside her because of his actions kept her wary.

"No," she answered in a tiny voice, keeping her eyes glued to her bandaged hand. She was trying her hardest to control her internal emotions and conflicts.

Siroos, on the other hand, knew she was lying. He stood behind her chair keeping a distance, watching her from behind. Her head slightly bowed as if her eyes were observing her hand. Her mouthwatering scent hung all around her like a forbidden invitation he could no longer accept. 

There was a time when he had a million things to say to her, to tease her with his naughty words, to caress her skin with his sultry whispers, but now he was just blank. 

The awkward silence hung between them like this pernicious mist, choking and suffocating.