Bethilda
I returned to my room with the clouded thoughts I have of Demetri's words. I laid on my bed and sighed exasperatedly.
Was he that serious to ask me to be his beloved? Was he out of his mind? He knows that even if I'm Bethilda as a soul, I'm still that evil and nasty princess of Derevia the bloodsuckers are looking at. I'm still Elizabeth in everybody's opinion. I'm still his sister. So, why is he making things complicated?
I winced. "What more trouble do I have to face?" I asked myself while whimpering a fake cry.
I wanted to know what he thinks about, too. According to Elizabeth's memories, once a bloodsucker is mated to another, their minds will be linked to each other. They would feel each other's emotions, pain, and thoughts.
I shook my head.
No. I'm not going to accept
