"Why did you bake for me, Perdita?" The intensity of his darkened gaze on her, the swirl of emotion in his dark glacial red eyes, and his daunting aura that always softened when she was near him broke the last resolve of Perdita whose gaze faltered.
"I—I wanted to appreciate your kindness towards me," Perdita murmured, avoiding looking at him as heat rushed up her face every second that passed between them.
A few seconds passed after Perdita's reply which Sthena didn't respond to. Perplexed, she looked towards his direction to find him staring at her with the same intense gaze as before.
"Do you bake for everyone you want to thank?" Came Sthena's question, his eyes slightly narrowed on her.
Perdita, trying to appear unfazed maintained eye contact with him. This sly pureblooded vampire. She glared at him in her mind.
