"We can't do this," I whisper, pushing Calais away from me. "You need to leave Calais."
He clenches his jaw but doesn't make a move. His eyes remain fixed on me, as if confused and can't understand himself. I can't even understand if he's angry or being possessive. Right now, he is a picture of chaos.
"I can't," he finally says, his voice gruff. "I am utterly attached to you. I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't help it."
His words shock me, and my chest constricts in pain. Calais is attached to me? So, his motivation is still not love, huh?
We stay there, gazing at each other for what feels like eternity, until the servant knocks on the door again.
"Leave it there," I order, my eyes not leaving Calais.
The servant obeys and leaves the tray of food outside the door. As soon as he's gone, Calais takes a step closer, his eyes dark with desire.
"You don't have to resist me," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I don't want you to."
