“Why didn’t you let me show her what I’m made of?” Layla demanded, sitting on the chair Nikolas pulled out.

He sighed helplessly, she always stirred trouble.

“I was informed that you’re coming here for dinner not to pick a fight with my servant. Why are you here actually?” He inquired and she pouted.

“Can I come see my baby? You’ve been away from school and I’ve missed you dearly” She replied and he frowned.

“Now that you’ve seen me, you can take your leave”

“What about dinner, I can’t wait to eat whatever delicious delicacy your cook has made” She mumbled.

“Wow, are you saying the head priestess doesn’t...