"You thought what you did to me was a dream?" Alia asked him.
Oliver got off her and sat on the edge of the bed with an unreadable expression. Slowly he was starting to realize exactly what had happened almost a year ago.
"I'm not attracted to small women with flat chests," Oliver commented, and Alia pursed her lips, visibly irritated and offended by His words. He looked at her, his red eyes reverting to silver. "Did you put a lust spell on me?"
Alia's small lips formed a frown, "I don't even know who you are; how could you accuse me of something like that?" She looked visibly upset as she asked him, "Do I look that desperate to you?"
"I'm sorry," Oliver apologized. "I didn't mean to offend you. Honestly, I'm just trying to figure out what happened." His lashes lowered as he focused his gaze on the ground, "I think someone put a lust spell on me, or I was drugged."
