"What do you want?" Mila asked calmly, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she stared at the woman before her with a condescending gaze.

As a noblewoman, of course Mila's status was far above compared to someone like Arabella.

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"I just wanted to ask you a few things," Arabella replied as she walked into the room.

"How dare you enter this room without permission?" Mila knew that Arabella had entered this room by tricking the guards. Indeed, the lower your status, the weaker your defense would be with this kind of ruse. "Liam will kill you if he finds out about this."

Arabella fiddled with her long golden hair, walking leisurely toward Mila.

"Then he doesn't need to know, I came here, jeopardizing my safety just to ask you one thing," Arabella said slowly, then pulled a chair closer to the king's majestic bed so she could have a comfortable conversation with Mila.

"Don't you dare sit there, otherwise I will scream and when the guards come, you will not get the answer you want," Mila threatened her in a low voice. Even though her hands were tied, this didn't put her at a disadvantage at all.

"You haven't changed!" Arabella grumbled angrily, but she did as Mila said and chose to stand beside the chair she had brought closer. "I can't believe someone like you can fulfill the position of queen so well. You are not suited to be a queen."

"If you think you are more qualified to be his queen, you can ask Liam, maybe he will consider you as a candidate the next time I run away," Mila said nonchalantly while shrugging her shoulders.

But, of course that was impossible since there were two most unavoidable things that needed to be considered first, including the fact that Arabella was from a shadow clan and not a vampire, and the second was; this woman was not a royalty to begin with.

"You!" Arabella hissed in mounting anger, but she didn't dare to act rashly here.

"Oh, you haven't changed at all either," Mila giggled as she traced Arabella's body from head to toe to her bare feet with her grey eyes. "You are still not wearing anything. Wear something to cover your body, otherwise people will misunderstand you and think that you are a prostitute that was ordered by the king to warm his bed."

For the women of the shadow clan, it would be easier to use their power and disguise themselves as someone's shadow when they weren't wearing any clothes altogether, because the clothes wouldn't be able to blend in with their abilities.

Therefore, most of them wore nothing, while the men would still wear black robes, but would take them off before using their powers.

"Shut up!" Arabella exclaimed, but then Mila put her finger to her own lips and whispered softly.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, or someone will know you are here." After saying that, Mila laughed at Arabella's expression. She was so frustrated at being tied to this bed like a prisoner and was beyond pissed off at Liam, but the man wasn't here.

But luckily Arabella happily came into the room and helped provide someone to Mila to vent her anger. Upsetting other people turned out to be powerful enough to reduce your own annoyance.

"Enough," Mila said, raising her hand to make Arabella hold back her protest for being laughed at. "Tell me what you want to ask because I can sense someone else is coming to this room."

Mila could smell Andreas' scent faintly, that was gradually intensifying by the passing second and the king's bodyguard would be here in less than two minutes now.

Believing what Mila said, Arabella began to ask questions which had been her initial goal of coming to Mila.

"Where is Aaric?" Arabela asked straight to the heart of the matter.

"I don't know where he is," Mila answered her honestly. "Last time I saw him, he was in the body of a doctor who works at the research center with the name Ellen."

Arabella squinted her eyes, trying to look for any signs of deception from Mila.

"I have nothing to gain from lying to you, moreover, stop chasing after him. He has already made it very clear that he doesn't like you." Mila shook her head and gave her a sympathetic look that Arabela hated the most.

"Isn't it very well known that we, the shadow clan members, are very persistent when we make a decision," Arabella said proudly.

But, Mila snorted when she heard that. "You are one level above being persistent, you are shameless."

"Go die Mila!" Arabella shouted angrily.

"Get lost! Now!" Mila replied, tilting her head toward the door. "Andreas will be here in a minute, I don't want any drama here when he catches you in his king's chambers, naked."

Mila still found time to make jokes about the habits of the women in the shadow clan, but Arabella didn't have enough time to be angry at her.