••• BALVINA •••

Ayra kept gripping the knife in her palm. Eyes stubbornly watched Cedric who was slightly shocked and amused same time by her action. Her grip on the knife didn't loose a bit instead gripped harder as each moment of silence passed between them.

Cedric swallowed the fruit in his mouth uncomfortably. Laying his gaze down at her tight grip, his brows darkened in concern.

What if she harmed her hand through this knife?

Cedric was worried and lifted up his hand to unclasp the knife from her fist. One by by one he removed her fingers from the knife under her confused eyes. When the knife was finally out of her grip, Cedric took her palm in his both palms and rubbed it together. With a little dissatisfaction in his voice, he asked with a deep sigh,

" Did it hurt?"

Ayra was rendered speechless by his words. She glared hard at his innocent face but the man didn't falter and continued rubbing her palm to pass the soothness what if she was hurt. Looking down at her flawless painted finger nails, Cedric spoke in calm voice,

" Such beautiful hand shouldn't be using to hold knife, love."

Ayra was turning crazy in anger. She pressed her lips together and spoke out with a growl,

" Just give me the damn answer. I hate being decevied, Cedric. Did you just kill the person who was trying to evasdroppe on us?"

Cedric denied and gave his head a slight shook. Looking up at her, he saw her narrowed eyes and soon she asked again showing obvious doubt in her voice,

" Then why did you cloth has bloodstains?"

Cedric blinked one more time, placed her hand back on the table with much caution and replied before putting in another strawberry in his mouth,

" I just ripped off his head."

Once again Ayra was stunned before turning speechless. Her eyes glared at him furiously and lips trembled together in anger. Slamming her hand on the table one time, she yelled panting heavily,

" Did you just lie to me? Don't it call killing? Why do you always kill people when there are plenty of ways to punish someone? You even killed someone at the first day of out travelling outside."

Cedric didn't get mad by her constant accusations. Instead he enjoyed the way, she kept blabbering about him. Putting on an innocent smile, Cedric explained in an indifferent voice,

" Killing means using of knife or sword, love. I haven't done anything with that. Then tell me, how am I supposed to call it killing when I have used nothing but my little teeth?"

Ayra started to pant for air in rage. No matter what she did he would do something horrible at the end. She restrained her anger a little bit and asked in a cold voice,

" What did he do exactly?

Was it necessary to kill him?"

Cedric didn't answer at once. He carefully dropped down the broken plate from the table and replied reaching out to grab a piece of prawn fish,

" It's not necessary to forgive people who won't be any use of yours. He wouldn't never speak of his master. So there was no point of letting him live. Think about it that way.."

He paused before resuming with a mischievous grin,

" What if we have started making love here and he would have watching over us?"

Her cheeks reddened as she felt his naked eyes on her. This man had no restraint when it came to flirt with her. Ayra scoffed rolling her eyes back and replied with humour,

" Still..You could have just imprisoned him..Why did you have to..."

" Hush, love! ", Cedric signalled at her to stop talking in a cold voice but soon changed into a soft one when he noticed a little hurt on her face,

" I know these people more than you. Trust me, they don't deserve our sympathy. They wouldn't mind to kill you for the sake of my throne. So don't feel pity for them. It is justified to be kind but not to those people who mean nothing but harm to you."

Ayra's expression appeared slightly convinced. Perhaps he was speaking the truth. She wasn't very much familiar with the creatures lived in Brightmoon. Today's incident in Mystic Grove also proved that his family was trying to turn him down desperately.

Ayra didn't persuade the matter anymore. She exhaled softly and spoke in a curious voice,

" But did you figure out who sent him? What was his intention? I mean that we just come to stall around. Why would someone send him to follow us?"

Cedric smirked knowingly and seemed to fall in dillemma for a while. Looking away from their dinner table, he responded with a chuckle,

" Yes but the mastermind has challenged the wrong person and I am more pissed off today."

Ayra blurted out casually,

" Why?"

Cedric scoffed before streching out his arm to pick up food from Ayra's plate,

" They have ruined our date night. Don't you think that they deserve the maximum punishment?"

Ayra cried out surprisingly when he started to devour from her own leftover food,

" Hey..why are you eating from mine?"

Cedric didn't listen to her objections. He scowled back at her arrogantly before biting on the meatball that she just left while eating,

" You broke my plate. It's time for your punishment. Feed me now! "

At the same time, Sienna was getting anxious in her room. Looking away at the entrance, she saw that they didn't return till now. Her jealousy grew stronger. Stomping on her feet, she rushed over to Angelica's room and stepped in without any prior knocking.

Angelica jerked off in surprisement and looked up at Sienna in horror. Sienna frowned suspiciously and looked down at her mother's hand that was holding a paperpiece into the candle. The paperpiece was nearly burnt and was battling with the last edge of its portion.

What was she burning inside her room instead of outdoor?