Cassandra stared at him blankly, completely taken by surprise by the same question again and their sudden change of position. Having him linger over her was way too intimidating. And why did he always have to be half-naked? She tried to ignore it, to remember his question.
“I’m not trying to run away…”
“Are you not trying to leave right now?”
“I shouldn’t be here! This is your bedroom, a slave is not supposed to be here. If someone sees me…”
“Who?”
His cold and imposing voice suddenly scared her, as if she was brutally reminded of who she was arguing with. It was hard to ignore his black eyes on her, but she tried to look away anyway, intimidated.
“I don’t know,” stuttered Cassandra. “The guards, the Imperial Servants…”
“Do you see anyone but us here right now?”
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