The dance came to an end with a final spin. Greyson gave a polite smile, as he admired the lady before him. Dydra returned the smile, excusing herself. Her eyes darted around the ballroom, in search of something or someone. A frown knitted on her face, and she left the ballroom, going to the garden to relax.
"Letting other men touch you?" a lazy voice came from behind her. Dydra's whole body shook. She need not turn around, before knowing who it was. Though the voice came out lazy, there was an unspoken rage hidden inside.
"I-its not—" her voice shook. Her heart ran a thousand miles, as she broke into a cold sweat.
"Need I remaind you, who you belong to?" he asked, his voice calm and still. But Dydra knew it was a deceiving calm. A stillness, that makes the storm oblivious.
She parted her trembling lips, tending to speak, but no words came out.
Suddenly, she felt something grip her waist tightly, and her eyes uncontrollably closed.
"Dydra," his deep voice came as a whisper.
"Who do you belong to?"

The sound of fists profoundly hitting the door, jerked Dydra off her deep slumber. She jumped to her feet and yelled.


"I am up! I am up!" Only then did the pounding seize.


The young witch ran her fingers through her hair as her head felt like it was being sliced in half.


"Darn you headache." She cussed, her memory of the previous night momentarily gone.


Chapter 64 - Keep your eyes open, and your lips shut