Chapter 40: Suffer hell and bring chaos
Casaio slumped onto the bed, his head resting back against the headboard. The damp strands of his hair, still glistening from his recent shower, caught the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand, casting soft shadows on his face.
Zilia entered the room in a silk robe that hugged her curves, the fabric shimmering slightly as she moved. She carried two glasses of wine, her steps deliberate and slow.
"You were in San Ravendale for more than a day. I thought you’d be back sooner. Gabriel isn’t exactly the type to host for long," she said, handing him one of the glasses.
"I wasn’t staying in his mansion," Casaio answered, accepting the glass. He took a slow sip before letting the stem of the glass rest between his fingers, still lost in thoughts.
Zilia climbed onto the bed from the other side and settled beside him, tilting her head as she observed his face. "Did he throw another tantrum?"
"He always does," Casaio muttered.
"It’s because he hasn’t found his mate yet," Zilia responded quietly, sipping her wine. "He’s still lost... and angry."
"He thinks we all hate him. That Mom never wanted him, and that poisoned everything," Casaio said, downing the rest of his wine in one swallow.
"Let him be," she whispered, her voice softer as she inched closer. "He’ll find his mate one day... and maybe then, he’ll finally heal."
Her breath grazed his neck, and Casaio turned slightly to look at her. Zilia tilted her glass and finished the last of her wine. Casaio took it from her, placing both glasses on the bedside table.
But before he could say anything more, Zilia had already moved. In one smooth motion, she straddled him, her lips capturing his in a deep, hungry kiss.