From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

He sets his glass down and interlaces his fingers under his chin.

“Now, how about we focus on getting to know each other a little better?”

“I thought we already knew each other.”

“Nonsense. He waves a hand. “I only know what I’ve seen from the outside. We haven’t had many chances to talk much less to truly know one another. I just know you’re scandalized by parties and that you hate my kind with fervor.

“And that’s not enough?”

“Not even close.” He reaches for my hand. “I want to know even the tiniest things: What’s your favorite color? Do you play any instruments? What side of the bed do you like to sleep on?”

For a second. I think his behavior is a little unhinged, but I don’t say it aloud. Instead, I answer his questions directly and concisely.

“Red No. And why does the side of the bed I sleep on matter?”

I need to know for when I have the pleasure of sleeping with you. I wouldn’t want any awkward situations.”

The food in my mouth goes down the wrong way, and I cough over my plate.

“You’re very confident, aren’t you?”

“I always believe in my chances.”

“And you? What’s your favorite color? Do you play any instruments? Bed side?”

“Green, of course. I play the violin. And the left side–though I can adapt.”

He winks at me after saying this. He looks at me with those playful pink eyes while I continue with my breakfast. The food is good, juicy, however, I feel like something’s missing. I push that thought to the back of my mind and focus on watching my table companion. He studies me with interest. I do the same to him, unafraid of looking too much, because I know his deceptive gift has no effect on me. His beauty is exquisite, but it doesn’t enchant me at least not like it does others. He’s clearly attractive, but I won’t go crazy over him.

“Can I ask you something?” I say to break this moment of intense staring.

“I’m dying for you to do it.”

For a second, I think I blush.

“Could I visit Walter?”

“Walier?” He raises his eyebrows. “Walter, Aeron’s feeder?”

“Yes. Arron’s feeder. We’re good friends, and I was wondering if I could pay him a visit.”

“Are you asking me for permission?”

“Should I?”

He slowly draws a smile from ear to ear, with a flirtatious and wicked air. His land covers mine and gently strokes my skin, tracing along it until he plays with my fingers. I don’t pull away.

“I think I was quite clear when I told you that you’re not a prisoner. You’re free to make your own decisions. If what you want your friend, dust”

Just like that

“Were you expecting to pass a test or something?”

“No, it’s just that…”

“You’re not used to it.”

is to visit

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Chapter 143

I nod, ashamed of having been such a submissive person all this time. The day I set foot in Castle Draven again, there will be a few things I’ll need to make clear. Cassian has to see me as an equal; otherwise, none of this

!!! make sense. He says he respects me, but I need more than words.

“I only have one condition,” he adds.

“What condition?”

“Take one of my men with you.” He pushes his chair back, as if the conversation is nearly over. “The outside world isn’t safe–especially. not for a human like you.”

“A human like me?”

“Too pretty for her own good”

If I hadn’t blushed before, I’m sure I have now. I nod, mirroring him as I push myself away from the table. It takes more effort than one could imagine not to go running down the halls, screaming with joy. Behind me, I hear Ciro’s laughter. An hour later, they inform me that my carriage is ready to depart. When I set foot outside the villa, I can’t help but smile. I savor this small taste of freedom, though I can’t help but glance to my side and wish someone in particular were here with me. I only hope he can sense this feeling blooming in my chest and won’t try to clip my wings–because I fear I’m no longer the person who came into his life before. I still have a sharp Tongue, but now fangs and claws have grown in, and I’d be capable of killing for my freedom.

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