ZORA
I glared at him suspiciously and took a step back.
"Since my fate is up to you, I'd like to take my leave and go back to my room."
No response.
He tilted his head and stared at me with a smile I'm coming to hate.
"I might as well get used to my new prison, no?" I shrugged, "Alright then, bye."
The corners of his lips went up, "Who said you could leave?"
My forehead creased in a frown, "Do I have a reason to stay in your room?"
"Aren't you missing something?"
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
"Remember our conversation in my mother's dying room?"
"Yeah, one that involved you threatening to kill my family, I remember quite well."
"It's almost a week." He muttered and threw a glance at the cat on the dressing table.
The cat jumped off the dresser immediately
