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"What the hell do you have to do with that damn thing?!" he suddenly sat up, pulling me onto his lap.

His fingers grabbed my cheeks, examining me closely.

"Are you a descendant of that witch Drusilla?"

"What?!" I slapped his hand away, trying to stand up, but he held me tight, not letting me go.

What Drusilla was he talking about? By the Goddess, the only Drusilla I knew was from the De la Croix family!

"Did they manage to break my ice spell?! Is that why your power evolved?... Have they kept stealing that damn magic?!"

He started throwing accusations at me I didn’t even understand.

Suddenly I got pissed. From the way he was talking, it felt like he thought I came to his realm with some hidden agenda.

"And what if I told you I am related to Drusilla?!" I jumped to my feet, pushing him off.

I summoned the mist to cover myself—I hated feeling that exposed in front of him.

His blue eyes were glowing as he stayed seated. Whatever seductive vibe was between us before, it vanished into