Chapter 143. Toying With Them

“What made you say that?” Vladimir inquired as he poled Esmeray’s nose with his finger. The faint scent of her hair, mingled with the lingering traces of her magic, reached him, making the simple gesture feel charged with more than curiosity. It was more than a week and she still had not woken which had now started to bother him. How much more time did she need to open her eyes? Vladimir bit back a growl of frustration.

He wanted her to wake up so he could infuriate her~

He missed her unfiltered savage comebacks. . . The memory of her sharp tongue and the fire in her eyes made his chest tighten, a strange ache accompanying his impatience.

“My King, you seemed very concerned about her so I assumed. . .” Mercy said hoarsely with an underlying dread in her tone. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the anxiety that her calm exterior tried to hide.

“She is not my bride but she is unique.” Vladimir resisted adding that she was a complete nutjob just like him. A