"Hmph! I don't like her. Can we hire someone else?" Bianca complained with a pout.
Elian began to wonder why everything this woman did made his lips curl into a smile. She was even wearing someone else's face, but just knowing it was her made him giddy.
Uncontrollably, he reached out and grabbed Bianca's body on instinct and hugged it.
"Eh? Elian, wait! What are you doing?"
But Elian said nothing and simply basked in the warmth of his lover's body.
I love you, Bianca.
His deep thoughts made the witch blush. Looking down, she whispered in a voice barely audible. "I love you too, Elian."
Although reluctant, the Tyrant released her. Like a snake, his hand darted and grabbed Bianca's hand. Gently, he intertwined their fingers and pulled her along. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Bianca followed him without complaint.
Neither said anything as they walked.
