Chapitre 842: The ghost of the bitter past

"A pair." 

Aries smiled subtly, sporting a meaningful look. She took a step, placing the tray on the table, knowing his eyes were fixed on her side profile. 

"Though I am not pleased, I had accepted long ago that I could never stop people from watching my every step," she continued, picking up the teapot delicately to fill an empty cup with some tea. "There was a way, obviously, but those options were quite dreadful. I'd rather have a pair of eyes on me than fall into the pits of hell where I think I belong."

Aries picked up the saucer that had a cup on it and slid it in front of him. "Only death can stop them, which brings up the question, whose death?"

Aries smiled upon saying her piece, filling another empty cup from the same teapot. This time, she carried the cup to her seat, where she sat down. 

"Please, my Lord." She raised a hand, gesturing for him to take a sip. "It's not poison."