"I'm asking you..." Declan's tone was in the edge. But although I have seen different sides of him, this one was utterfly foreign to me. I saw him mad. Frustrated. Serious. A little happy. But now he looked... wistful and hurt. And it was strange because I feel the same."Do it..." My heart was beating loud. "If it was what your Lycans wants, do it.""Do you want me to do it?" He asked, his voice more raspy and intense that if I didn't know him, I would think he was shaking on the inside. "Do not ask me—""Do you?"
I cannot feel this way over him. I cannot sympathize with him. I cannot feel concerned over him. I cannot... feel this way over him. Because we were only suppose to have connections in bed. I wa only supposed to carry his child, then....then afterwards... leave.I sat down on the edge of the bed with a heavy heart. I couldn't breathe properly— as if there was something in my throat hindering the air from flowing. I was at discomfort, and I knew it was because of this realization I had after talking to Elizabeth.'You also noticed that, didn't you?' I asked Lexi.
"You're leaving tomorrow morning.." I said, indirectly refusing his invitation. "You need to rest.""I can leave on the afternoon if I want, Genevieve." He responded. "Do you not want to come with me?"I bit my bottom lip, as I started to look away from his gaze. Moon Goddess, it was... mesmerizing. I felt like it was taking me in with its depths that I wouldn't be able to breathe properly. I deeply inhaled. "I was only thinking about your health.""Well, I'm thinking about spending the rest of the night with you," he casually said.I breathed hard. He was blunt, and he probably wasn't joking. But that was the problem.
"You don't mean..." My lips parted, as my heart slowly started to beat wildly. "You'll bring me with you?""Why not?" He reached for my hand. "You're my concubine.""Then... who is going to stay in the Palace?" I asked, like it was the only thing I could ask him to stop myself from saying yes right away.I wanted to. Of coure. Even if I wanted to deny it, the way my heart was beating now would be more than enough proof to prove that I whole heartedly also desire to be with him."The servants. My men. My family." He answered, before he lifted my hand to plant a soft kiss on it. "Anyone could stay there. But you, Genevieve. I want you to be with me on this trip."
"Do you miss them?"There was no one else inside the carriage but me and Declan. Declan personally asked to switch when he found out I'd ride in another, away from him. He hadn't say anything in our journey, until he broke the silence. "Who?" I asked, when I turned to him."Your family.."A knot was formed in between my brows. My family? Why was he suddenly asking about my family? I haven't talk to him abou them, nor was I that vocal to him. It was sudden, but then.."Of course," I responded with honesty. "I miss them."
"Is this..." My brows met as I roamed my eyes around. My lips slightly parted, amazed by the season. We were on a journey for three days so I knew it was far. But to think that we would be far enough to see this kins of season..."The Northern continent, yes." Declan answered, before he offered his hand. "Which is why I told you to wear a jacket.""I thought it was only because of the weather..." I was expecting for a rainy weather, actually. I never thought we'd be in a place where it snows.It was my first time, and it was just so majestic.
"H-how do we get out of here?" I asked as I nervously looked around the area.There were no houses nearby. We have no torch. Food. Or even a companion that could help us. It was just us, in the middle of this snowy forest."Let's see if there are houses nearby," Declan suggested."I can't see any." I walked towards him, frightened. "What if we don't get help? Are we going to stay the night here?""We can shift and go," said Declan. "But we'll lose these clothes."That a choice. But what happens when we get lost as we run, and we wanted to find food?
"You fired Leonardo.." My lips pursed. "Why?"I knew why. I had an idea why. But I wanted it to come from him. I wanted him to validate it, so I wouldn't feel like it was just in my head. I was hoping.It was a bad thing. Leonardo was good to me. He was nice to me. He was just like one of my court ladies because he was helping me. But if what I was thinking was true.... I breathed hard. "He's good to me. He never disappointed me—""Because he likes you." Declan's expression was unreadable. So was his tone. So I didn't really know if that response was something I was expecting. Because what if he meant it the other way? What if it wasn't because he liked me?