Alastor’s feather-like touch upon Larissa’s skin continued.
“I know you,” he said and moved so that he was standing behind her.
She gasped softly as she felt something hard press against her back.
“I know those words I heard from your maid was not from you,” His words were close to her ears, even his hot breath that made her shiver.
She was glad that he knew those words were not from her own mouth, he was not hurt nor heartbroken by it. But at the same time, she realized that Emeline’s plan was not foolproofed because just like what Alastor said — he knew her… and he would most likely know that they were up to something.
“I know you so well that I know your breath hitches when you hear my voice, how your skin flushes when I touch it. And I know… even if you do not say it, that you cr
