PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV

I felt it.

The feeling of Aquamarine’s blood on the dagger. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing and how exactly she cut herself with a dagger by this time of the day.

As I entered my room, the first thing that hit my nose was the scent of a variety of food on the bed.

Still warm.

Followed by the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.

I was looking forward to a warm relaxing evening. Maybe I would get Aquamarine to satisfy me.

But as I approached ...