Cyra gulped. She looked in between him and that waterfall, not being able to understand what she should do now. Should she tell him to leave, so that she could take her a bath? But what if it angered him more because she knew the amount of decency he had in him? If it triggered him then he would not hesitate to drag her towards that lake on his own and then he would give her a bath with his own hands.
Her throat dried up, just by thinking about the consequences of triggering him more.
“If you think the lake is going to come here to give you a bath, then you are mistaken,” he sounded annoyed. Cyra looked at him. His eyes had already started narrowing which meant he was on the edge of fulfilling her assumptions about him. He was going to give her a bath on his own if she continued to stan
