Chapter 161
Amelia was curious about what Agramon was speaking of but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing that she was curious. She would have a conversation with Killian when they were alone. "I do not want to know about it. Are we going to continue this game or shall we eat? I had a long day," she said.
"Are you certain you do-"
"I do not care about it. It won’t change that I am marrying Killian. I suggest you get used to the fact I will be in the north from now on and stop trying to break up a marriage that has not yet started. I would prefer you avoid us if this is what I must deal with," said Amelia.
She had no time for secrets about Killian to be shared now. Quite frankly, she also had one or two secrets to tell Killian. They had a lot to learn about each other but she didn’t need Agramons’ help.
Agramon stared at Amelia, amused by her confidence. He desired to break it just as he had done with many of her kind. "I must say the Blackwell blood is quite something. Some of your ancestors were good warriors which made their souls much tastier to feast on. It’s been long since I tasted-"
Amelia was wide-eyed at how swiftly Killian had taken a knife from the side of his plate and thrown it at Agramon’s head.
Agramon looked back at the knife now stuck deep into the wall behind him. "That could have been bad, Killian. What if I had leaned to the side?"
"You are lucky that I missed you so moving would have been helpful. I’ve told you many times that you talk too much, haven’t I?"
Agramon clicked his tongue. "And you talk too little which makes it hard for me to like you. I always think you are silently plotting to kill me in your head."