Mila rolled her eyes dramatically. What's with this man? Why did he always act very strange?

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet," Aaric said, reminding Mila while waving his hand in front of the girl's face. ​​

"Seriously Aaric!" Mila pushed the bottle back to the man's hand, a little hard, but still this man didn't budge.

"Why? Just answer it." Aaric raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Miss me?"

"No," Mila answered in a stern tone, as if she didn't have to think twice about answering that stupid question.

"Your words always hurt and don't match what you feel," Aaric muttered when he heard Mila's answer, as if that trivial thing really hurt his feelings.

"Now, tell me. What's all this?" Mila spread her hands, trying to show the whole place, where she has been held all this time.

However, Aaric did not answer her immediately. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the floor, in front of Mila. Staring at the girl in front of him with innocent eyes.

"Why are you silent?" Mila felt like her patience was always being tested when she had to face Aaric and all of his ridiculous acts.

Although she still felt weak due to the effects of the medicine she took a few hours ago, thanks to her frustration at Aaric, Mila could think more clearly now.

"You forgot, didn't you?" He asked in a low voice.

"Stop this Aaric, I don't know what you're talking about," Mila growled. "Forgot about what?"

"I told you to ask a question when you were going to talk to me the next time after we parted the other day," Aaric said, recalling the incident a few days ago, when they talked for the first time.

Mila groaned irritably. How could this guy be so annoying?! Of course Mila remembered that incident. Hell! Mila remembered everything clearly, even the incident three days ago when Aaric saw her fully naked.

"Aaric…" Mila was just starting out, she was ready to say something harsh if this man made another ridiculous excuse to buy time to answer the questions that had stuck in her chest.

However, Aaric interrupted Mila's sentence with the same innocent expression and gaze, which reminded her of a child who was lost. "I do not have much time. If you don't start with the question I suggested the other day, I won't answer your other questions." Aaric then added when he saw Mila was about to argue. "I have only fifteen minutes left."

Hearing that, Mila had to swallow the defeat and resentment that tasted bitter on her tongue. Much more bitter than the medicines she took every day.

Through her gritted teeth, Mila finally asked the question Aaric wanted to hear. "Why did you kiss me?"

Hearing that question, a smile spread across Aaric's face, because he managed to get this girl do his bidding.

This man was not very handsome, nor did he look like someone who was holding an important position in this place, but there was something about him that made Mila feel comfortable around him, or even believe in him.

This was just crazy, remembering that Mila had only met him three times and the interaction between them always left Mila fuming angry.

But, strangely Mila felt that way toward Aaric, as if they had known each other for a long time and this was how they usually communicate.

"Because you are my lover," Aaric replied, his smile still evident on his lips.

"Wait... what?" Mila's mind, which was assessing Aaric, immediately stopped and she looked at the man in front of her with a deep frown.

"Because you are my lover," Aaric replied again, with the same answer, but this time he added, just in case Mila didn't hear him again. "We are meant to be together, you and me."

For a moment, Mila didn't give any reaction and Aaric was silent, waiting. Until finally, Mila threw herself onto the bed and laid down with her face pressed into the only pillow she had.

"Go," Mila said into her pillow, so her voice was a little muffled. "I don't feel like hearing bullshit."

Mila had imagined a million possibilities and made a list of questions in her head, repeating them every second for three nights, so that when she met Aaric, not a single question was missed or a second wasted.

But, if these types of answers were to be presented to her, then Mila didn't want to hear anything anymore.

"Hey, I'm serious!" Aaric stood up, staring at Mila who was now lying on the bed with a frown on his forehead. "You think I'm kidding?"

Mila snorted in annoyance and turned her head so she could see Aaric's face with an angry expression.

Why should he get angry? Mila should be the one who was frustrated right now.

"I think, rather than me, you deserve more to be locked up in this room. Because, you are not only mentally disturbed, but your mind is a mess too. "Mila grumbled, but her words were very clear and she looked directly into Aaric's eyes which turned red again.

"Neither of us should be here." Aaric's tone suddenly turned cold. "It's not your mind the reason you are trapped in here, but it is because of your very existence."

For a moment, because of that tone of voice, Mila believed what Aaric was saying, but then she shook her head and pushed her body so she could sit up.

"Listen, Aaric. Just tell me, why am I kept here and what's with your eyes? Why can they change into red color like that?"

"Because you and I are not humans," Aaric replied lightly, as if it was general knowledge that Mila should already know.

"If not humans, then what are we?" Mila laughed derisively. "Astral beings?"

"You don't believe me?" Aaric sighed heavily.

"Should I believe that bullshit?" Mila responded fiercely.

Aaric then took something out of his pocket, muttering, "I really don't want to do this."

At first, Mila didn't realize what Aaric was pulling out, but when he lifted the small object into the air, that was glistening in the light, Mila widened her eyes.

"Aaric! What do you intend to do?!" But, before Mila could move to evade, Aaric had slashed the penknife in his hand toward Mila.