Bethilda
Demetri and I looked at each other, reluctantly proceeding as planned. Mallador and York were also away from us, about a yard of distance while covering their noses with thick clothes.
They were all ready to do it. I am not.
"Are you sure you're okay with it?" I asked. I was sitting on my heel while my wrist is held open while being grabbed by Demetri.
He was also sitting on his heel and holding his ivory-handled dagger. He looked at me and sighed. "I doubt if I can hurt you. You're already my beloved," he disagreed.
"What if you can't?"
"Would you want me to do that?"
"It would be easier for me to swallow than it's you always protecting me all the time. Aren't I such a big work?" I asked curiously.
I sensed how he was caught off-guard to what I have said. He sighed and sm
