"I warned you. Drinking poison will slowly damage you. You've been very distracted lately and I can't even pretend to get angry."
Aries pressed her lips into a thin. It was another day of her lesson in literature with Dexter in the study.
"I'm sorry." She sighed, dropping her hand on her lap as she leaned back. "Marquess Vandran, can we skip today's lesson?"
"And why should I agree?" his brow arched, noticing the gradual change of the meek Aries into something more... courageous. Not that she would demand anything from him. But rather, her occasional request out of nowhere still gets him off guard.
"Just because..." Aries lowered her eyes and smacked her lips faintly. "... I'm just wasting your time, I think."
"I agreed to be your tutor, knowing I am wasting my time teaching someone on death row."
She glanced at him, studying his demeanor before her shoulder relaxed. "Make sense."
