Conditions

Sage exhaled and closed her eyes to control her rage.

She had to do whatever his condition was or else, things would go extremely bad for her. The lust she had for him was increasing because the hatred she had for him was also increasing. She could barely breathe knowing that he was behind her wearing only a towel around his waist. She was glad that she didn't take a complete glance of him else, he would be stuck in her head.

"He has the ability to heal? Mark of lust? Condition?!" She asked aloud while furiously twitching her eyes, and when she turned to face him, she was expecting to see him in a towel. Instead, he was fully dressed in a simple sleepwear.

His shirt and slacks were baggy, and strands of his white hair were dormant on his forehead. He was stunning.

Sage sighed and lowered her head in remorse.

She didn't like the way she was being so ferociously drawn to him.

"Kill me." She muttered to his hearing.

"Hm, okay," Cyrus said nonchalantly.

Sage forced a hard swallow, feeling like a coward who was powerless to save her kingdom.

She pushed away all thoughts, waited for a very long time, and she felt choked by the oppressive silence that filled the space.

"Why are you not doing anything?" Sage asked and looked at him to see him staring at her as if he were looking for something.

She wanted to feel irritated, but instead she was hot.

"K.. kill me!" She trembled and half yelled.

"No, I am tired, I want to sleep." Cyrus spoke lazily.

Sage's eyes twitched. "What!" She exclaimed in shock.

Cyrus's eyebrows rose up lazily. "This is my room," His words came out flatly.

"We might be married but I am not going to sleep in the same room with you," Sage said, gritting her teeth.

A smile tugged his lips. "Is that so?" He asked and placed his leg on top of the other.

Sage frowned deeply. "Yes," She drawled, clenched her fists which busted out raging flames of fire.

"I am going to sleep here, with you." Cyrus said calmly and stood up walking towards her slowly.

Sage couldn't deny that she was scared but she wasn't going to let her fear get the best of her. "Don't come closer!"

"Why?"

"I am going to burn you!" She screamed, closing her eyes shut.

Fear swallowed her when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and her back met the bed with Cyrus hovering over her.

He leaned his face close to hers, diverting his lips to her ear and said with a seductive deep whisper that sent chills to her spine.

"I want you to burn me, my love,"

Cyrus knew that she wasn't feeling hate anymore but fear that she was going to feel that hate that would turn into lust.

"Do not call me your love!" Sage snapped.

Cyrus chuckled deeply in amusement as she quivered in his grip.

"Who did you lay with?" He asked calmly.

Sage couldn't believe her ears! Her eyes flew open meeting his that looked like they were searching her soul. She saw nothing in those icy blue eyes, nothing but blankness.

"Let go of me!" Sage erupted and tried to struggle but she felt too weak.

"Answer my question!" He growled, his cold grip tightened around her wrist.

Sage's eyes turned raging fiery red. "You have the audacity to ask me that?!" She yelled and groaned in discomfort as her eyes trailed to his red inviting lips.

"No.." She whimpered in agony, her eyes turned back into their emerald form and tear filled.

It was time to swallow her pride; nothing could move him; he was heartless.

Her lips parted, but instead of saying anything, tears streamed from her eyes.

Cyrus gave her a blank look.

He could hear her heartbeat, which was feeble and slow.

Her tears...

He titled his head to the side wondering what he would have done if he was in his dark state.

Her tears was something he didn't want to see but yet, he wasn't feeling anything, or was he?

Sage heaved for air and whispered, "I will do it, say your condi.." She was abruptly interrupted by him as he let go of one of her wrists and wiped her tears with his cold hands.

Sage stared at him in shock while he looked unbothered as his fingers trailed to her marked neck.

"You are beautiful, I will let you off," He whispered gently caressing her bitten skin.

Sage shivered and held his wrist. "I will not let you off," Her words came out barely whispers.

Cyrus's lips pulled up. "I know you won't my love," He whispered and clicked his tongue. "Two conditions before I remove this," He added smirking.

Sage frowned. "What?" She asked through her teeth.

"You dare not go back to your kingdom." He spoke with a commanding tone that made Sage's eyes fill with extreme lust.

She bit her lower lip slowly, turned her head away and whispered, "You never cease to surprise me, Cyrus Dragos,"

"Indeed," Cyrus chuckled and moved her head making her stare at him with those lust filled emerald eyes.

"What is the second condition?" Sage asked slowly.

Cyrus leaned his face closer to hers, brushed his lips on hers earning a moan of want.

"Who did you lay with, parrot?" He interrogated sternly and Sage could see a dark emotion twinkling into those ice blue eyes of his.

"I.." She paused and grabbed his lower lip with her teeth then sucked his lips slowly.

"Who?" Cyrus whispered against her lips impatiently.

"I haven't laid with anyone." Sage replied with a moan.

Cyrus wasn't stunned but amazed.

"Who touched you before you got married to me?" He asked and pulled away from her lips. "Whether intentionally or by mistake?"

"What are you planning to do?" Sage asked slowly and curiously.

"Nothing much, maybe severe his head or pull out his livers, whichever leads him to death," Cyrus replied casually.

Sage's eyes twitched and just as her lips parted, she feel unconscious.

Cyrus chuckled deeply, licked her neck and stared as the bite mark vanished.

"I want his name my dear arrogant parrot,"