“Where are you going?” Larissa clasped her hands onto Alastor’s wrist before he could leap out of her balcony.
He had visited her again at night, but instead of doing what Larissa had expected him to do — which was to have another night of passion — he came to her to bid farewell.
“I am going back to our territory with my parents,” he said, twisting his body to face her, holding her hands together.
“North?” Larissa almost yelled in shock. It was roughly a week's journey, which meant she wouldn’t see him as frequently as possible. “But why?”
She did not like the idea of Alastor being so far away, it felt like a part of her was being taken.
“I have struck a deal with my parents, I am tasked to fix the issues back at our territory and I am free to do whatever I want… marrying you, f
