Belladonna pulled away from him to look up at his face, her gaze fixing upon his mask instead, the image of the expectant look that would be in his eyes, taking form in her head.
"That you will not take any more brides after me."
He stared back at her, studying those eyes that held a sought of fire in them when she had said out her demand firmly.
Was it selfish that she wanted to be his last bride so much, that she wanted him to give her his word on it?
Maybe.
But she certainly didn't want any other woman to have to suffer an unsure fate, also she had every intention to end this curse, as soon as possible, with whatever it was that it would cost her.
Promising to do as she had requested right now, would mean that he had as much trust in her as she had in him.
With no response still given, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat under his smoldering gaze.
