"My real name is Sol. Sol Stormfront," he said while staring at her with his crimson eyes. "Call me Sol. But I prefer for you to call me as… honey, darling, sweetheart, soulmate, or anything that makes me feel all giddy."
Sol chuckled seeing Odette's expression. He leaned closer, and rubbed the tip of their noses before gently letting go.
"You should escape as soon as the domain is broken, understood?" Sol warned, but Odette was not responding.
She kept on staring at him, unsure of what to say.
She wanted to say that she wouldn't leave, but Sol definitely wouldn't like that answer.
But if she nodded, then she was betraying her own feelings.
Thus, in the end, she simply stood still, staring at her mate who had turned his back to face the dark witch.
"Oh? I guess now you know there's no escape. Do you want to offer your head to me?" Madam Aria asked mockingly. "Honestly, I prefer to have your father's seed and your mother's head. But I guess the offspring will do."
