There is no way that she will marry the man who killed her family and Tristan. Ari glares at him, wanting to kill him right away. She fists her small hands and concentrates with her closed eyes. Adira furrows his brows. He wonders what she's trying to do.

10 minutes pass. Nothing happens. He is still waiting.

Ari opens her one eye. Nothing is happening. Why can't she do magic when she wants to do it most?

She notices him watching her curiously. In terms of looks, he is a hundred times better than Tristan. She has always been someone who easily gets infatuated with appearance. That was one of the reasons why she liked Tristan. Again, Tristan was kind to her always. If killing her family wasn't enough, this creature took him from her on her wedding night.

She grabs the hilt of the sword by his waist and tries to pull. She will kill him for sure. She seems to have forgotten that she is nearly zero when it comes to magic and physical strength. She's not very smart either. Her best attributes are her looks.

No matter how hard she tries, the sword wouldn't be pulled out. She bursts into tears and looks at him hatefully as if he is the one who is blocking her from taking the double-edged sword.

"You want this?" Adira grabs the hand holding the hilt of the sword. He pulls it out of the sheath. He lets go of her hand.

"Oh...wait..." The sword is too heavy to hold with one hand. She lets go of her blanket and holds the sword to keep it from falling. Forget about using it on her enemy, she can barely keep it from falling on her face and splitting her in half.

While she's struggling, Adira's dark eyes land on her bare body again. This time, he notices that there are a few bruises on her body. There is a scent of another man on her. He regrets being late. If he had come earlier, he could have prevented it. This is something that can't be undone. However, he wouldn't like any trace of another man on her.

"Help!" Ari looks at him pleadingly. "I will die."

The sword seems to lean toward her more whenever she tries to make it lean toward Adira. He finds it amusing. She said that she would rather die, but she's afraid of death. When he takes the sword away from her, she lets out a breath of relief.

She finds him staring at him again. Enraged, she stands up. glowers at him radiantly and says, "I won't be your wife. I am Tristan's wife forever. I will die as his wife only. Why are you still looking at me that way?"

She hasn't noticed that the blanket fell away a long time ago. Adira crosses his arm and scans her body. The blood is still slowly dripping between her thighs. The man didn't take any care. He should have torn his limps before killing him.

"Doesn't that hurt?" He points at the blood on her thighs.

She looks down, realizing that she's bleeding. It's not the time of the month. It does hurt now. She didn't pay attention because of everything that happened. Wait, this boy has seen everything!

She presses her thighs together and grabs the blanket again. "Turn around. I have to wear clothes."

He takes long steps toward her. "Why would you love a man who doesn't know how to properly treat a woman?"

"Tristan knew how to properly treat me." Ari defends her dead husband. "He told me that he would make me a woman. It would stop hurting after some time."

Adira shakes his head. The woman is an idiot. The man died an easy death. "Then, why hasn't it stopped hurting?"

"That..." How would she know? The man who told her this is already dead. "Ah... stop! What are you doing?"

Adira carries her like a sack. He throws her on the bed. He widens her thighs and takes a look. The area is badly bruised. He is disgusted by that man's action.

"Where are you looking?" Ari screams at him. "Don't do indecent things."

As if he would listen to her. She flinches when she feels his cold finger inserting inside her cave. "Don't touch me there."

He closes his eyes and casts a basic healing spell. She begins to feel warm. The pain is going away. Adira isn't done. He wants to clean everything. The scent of another man is driving him crazy. He carries her in his arms to the pool, ignoring her protests. He throws her into the pool. He's going to wash all traces.

He takes off his clothes. He hasn't had a bath either for days. He has been on the battleground for months.

She widens her eyes when she sees his naked body. On her wedding night, she has already seen two naked men. One of them is already dead. Her eyes quickly wander to the thing between his legs. She gasps. It's bigger and thicker than Tristan. If he does poke to her with that, she is dead.

"Don't even think of doing something bad to me." Ari tenses her shoulders and sinks deeper into the water, showing on her head "I only belong to Tristan."

Adira has seen her looking at him curiously. He has noticed the change in her eyes. She says that she only belongs to the dead man, but she can't hide much. He goes into the water, leaning at the edge. Half of his chiseled body is revealed to her. She is tempted to go to him and run her fingers on his chest.

She gulps and swims to the other edge. The water is cold, but her body is feeling hot. He killed her father and her brothers. Her mother died because of him. He killed her Tristan. She hates him the most. Even if he is beautiful, she won't ever like this man. She's not that crazy for good looking men.