[Damien's POV]
There was no remorse in her eyes when I said that. It looks as though I wasn't serious about it.
While she sat opposite me again, she was slowly eating the porridge before her.
"I wanted to see you there," I pressed, trying so hard to read her emotions, but her eyes weren't looking at me anymore.
"You have your women to do that," she answered, remaining unread, and I scoffed at her.
I guess she'd hope I die, just so she'd...well continue that nasty life of hers.
But I won't let her do that.
"I almost died"
"But you're alive"
"Can you hear yourself, princess, you sound like you want me dead"
"If I wanted you dead, I would have poisoned your meal"
I gulped at her statement, shaking my head at her and reconsidering the meal she had fed me with.
"Are you mad at me"
"Do I look mad?" She asked, lifting up those eyes at me and now, it's more like a glare.
Yes, she's definitely mad and that's because of the questioning.
