Fang was in the mood for something else while I was struggling to get myself away from him. His words made the heat rise on my face and my palms came to the rest of my cheeks so as to avoid any other kiss from him, also to hide the red that was splattered on my face.

"H-How do you read thoughts then?" I stuttered, changing the topic and turning my back towards him again.

Even though I did not want to be here spooned by him but it was better than me sleeping in a position that gave him easy access to my face. This man and his nerves always made me want to strangle him to death.

Fang pulled me closer in a sudden jerk as I had moved away from him and my breath jumped in my lungs. He casually answered as if I was not feeling any need to get out of his hold here, "Thoughts are stored in the short-term memory pocket of your brain. I just pick it up from there." He tapped his finger on the side of my head as if showing where my brain was supposed to be. I rolled my eyes and slowly shifted in a position I could slip away from him. "How did you reach that answer, though?"

I bit my lips, trying to frame a proper answer before saying, "Because the only person who knows about this letter is Channing... and also Sam and I don't smell any one of them on you, so you definitely read my memory. It was kind of fluke." I shrugged at the end.

He chuckled at my last words and snuggled his nose near my neck, "I do smell those two on you and it is irritating. Don't go around hugging everyone. I am very possessive."

Fang's words made a vein pop in my head. Who was he to decide on that?

Fang was jealous, and that was not at all my fault. He had to take care of his emotions on his own. He took a deep breath and relaxed. His hold did not tighten around me and I pushed his hand away from me to get up in fury.

I was out of his hold, and I almost rejoiced when his hand gripped the back of my collar and pulled me back in the same position.

This time his hand was not uncomfortably under my waist but rather formed a pillow for me to rest on while the other squeezed, pulled me closer to him, "If you don't stay still I will call directly to the king's personal guard." Here it was again. He was threatening me and with what excuse, that Hailey had done it, so even he was allowed to do that. Why did he have to be a minister at the court? He could have been a simple farmer and it wouldn't have been a bother as much as he was now.

"This is why I hate you!" I slapped his hand, frustrated about having been served at his mercy again.

"You shouldn't," Fang jaded. It was all nothing to him, but I felt bound and in chains around him. He always had to invade my space. Fang snuggled closer and spoke with severity in his voice, "I know how much you want freedom and I am trying to respect that. If I was truly having my way, I would have kidnapped you by now and taken you far away to start a new life with you."

I was speechless at his confession. Fang did not think twice, neither he held uncertainty in his words. How convenient that would have been if I could truly run away from the clutches of my parents and the duties of a princess.

I noticed how he felt warm around me and somehow this felt less like some chains and binds and more like sleeping on a thousand feathers on a warm sunny day. But it was only a momentary facade.

"Easy said, then done," I spoke with a dry laugh, remembering how my mother had welcomed me back to the castle if I could not keep my identity sealed so I can be put in the dungeons again. Fang already knew about me because of his abilities. Channing only knew of my abilities that I wanted to stay hidden. I doubted even Hailey knew about my ability now, as she had figured I was a Warchild. Remaining was Sam who only knew I was a Warchild.

The moment any one of them knows I am the princess, I would have broken my word.

But was it possible? For Fang to take me away from here? If it was I was ready to spend my life with Fang, he was not that hard to understand and it would be as good as the arranged marriage I would be having in the next few months. With Fang's very recent confession, I could tell he would have respected a lot of my choices, even though they would have come at some price. Maybe there was truly a way. But I don't see why Fang had not kidnapped me yet. My mission and my status were irrelevant to him.

When I was about to ask he spoke, "true, it is only easier said, I still have my revenge."

I could sense his blood boiling even at the thought of it, and I wondered what it truly was about. Now that he had marked me, I was able to feel the turbulence he felt with the mention of his revenge. It was like a huge hurricane that could not find itself a home and would devour anything that came in its path. What had happened so cruelly in his past that triggered his anger so much and yet he was waiting patiently to serve his revenge cold.

The position we were sleeping in did not need us to say things out loud. We were close enough, and I had given up on the resistance. "What do you want to revenge for?" I asked in a low voice.

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Author's thought: Do you guys want a discord server? I have been working on one, so do let me know if you are ready to join one, so I will put the link with tomorrow's update.