“Deception is an art, mastered by the most cunning and viscious.”
-Neha
Dimitir’s presence in the mansion was abrupt and uncalled for. I understood that he was there to help me, but that would only land him in much greater trouble.
Besides, I was afraid that watching me co-existing beneath the same roof as of these humans, Dimitri might lash out at Adonis and get himself in danger. The whole mansion was crammed with guards, hired by Adonis’s father. Hence, I sought it wise to avoid causing a ruckus which could only happen if he didn’t see me at that particular time. I, however, had decided to approach him afterwards.
Adonis sat on the couch while crossing his legs. His gaze was fixated on Dimitri as he watched h
