CHAPTER 8

Wind

I suddenly woke up because I felt something stranged. And there! The prince was staring at me while sitting at the table close to his closet.

"Good morning." Congratulations, but it doesn't seem like a good morning. He’s now wearing his poker face look. Tsk!

"Morning too." I have no desire to answer.

I will rise asana when it speaks again.

"You're going to take your breakfast here."

And suddenly the door opened and it spat out one of the servants who was with Elora last night. Push the push cart table towards my bed.

“How about you?” I turned here when the waiter came out.

"If you'll offer… your blood to me, then I'll be grateful." He smirked.

I sighed at what it said, so I looked away. But just a twinkle in my eye was right next to me. He’s now sitting at the side of the bed closed to me.

"I'm just kidding ..." he whispered and his shovel caressed my cheek. He avoided me but he stopped me and forced me to close my eyes.