"Huh?" Tatiana’s lips parted in confusion. She hadn’t expected such a question.

"I don’t repeat myself," Cassius raised an eyebrow, his voice firm.

"And I don’t understand why you’re asking such a thing, Mr. King. How would you feel if you were separated from the person you love most and then asked how you felt about it?"

"You’re doing that right now."

"Don’t twist my words," Tatiana tried to hide how their closeness was affecting her.

Cassius let out a soft chuckle, releasing her. "Prepare something for the guest," he directed to the butler nearby, who immediately complied.

"I’m not taking anything here..."

"Are you going to keep acting feisty...