The impalpable heat between them, or maybe how Rosana's flat gaze lingered more than usual.
Mel's head searched for the excuse, slightly embarrassed at how she exposed her vulnerability.
And Rosana's brows raised with intrigue.
"My Prey." The Heiress probed. "I already told you. You're to be my possession, and I-"
Rosana paused, her eyes lowering with a scowl.
Then, she leaned in to rub her forehead with Mel's, the swaying briefly calming her madness inside.
Yet as Mel didn't receive her answer, she confessed first.
Easing in her lover's honesty was the priority, and her duty as a Witch who vowed to save all.
"Rosana."
Though a mischievous smile washed away her strictness.
"You know how perverted I am."
Mel almost chuckled when Rosana raised a brow, yet her lips remained flat in respect.
"But I, too, have my principal, mainly to myself."
Mel pulled away from the Heiress's breath; her finger twirling lazily.
