“No!” She blurted, her eyes filled with anger that was directed at him. “No, don't touch me. I don't want you touching me at all. I won't let the hands of my intended murderer bring me pleasure,” A hurt look took over his face for only a moment but she refused to believe that he was hurt at all. He was so manipulative, he couldn't trust him. She couldn't take pity on his blunt words and insensitive attitude, she couldn't take pity on him. He wasn't even hurt. By Ignas, she hated him. “Also, I’m in no outfit to run around the Castle either. I’m too naked for that.” Two of her fingers slithered into her folds, and her body jolted forward, bringing her closer to Ikrus, who she now realized could see her absolutely naked under the clear water.
“Ikrus?” she moaned.
He hummed, his eyes darkening. “You should leave now.”
But he didn't!
