" What do you mean ? " She asked walking into her room less tensed than earlier.

"You can think of it as a brief Q and A session"

Her gaze flickered with surprise when they took their seats on opposite sides of her bed simultaneously.

"So, did you have a great time with my mom?"

His back went rigid upon hearing that, was this the beginning of the question and answer session.

He looked up and saw two burning blue orbs staring at him intensively. Asher's breath hitched, his throat dried and for the first time, he found swallowing to be a huge problem.

Eventhough her question was simple and modest he couldn't help but feel an enormous number of concealed knives heading his way. She wasn't testing but tempting him.

He studied her for a moment, then began, choosing his words carefully. " Your mother was a good company "

Lia narrowed her eyes at him "Really? Just that? "

Asher smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes "I'm afraid that's your second question and my turn to ask "

She frowned, has the game began?

"It began the moment you asked a question" Asher answered the moment he saw the confusion on her face.

Lia frowned, did she ask a question already? Oh.

"Alright, ask yours "

Asher suddenly climbed in further into the bed, lounging on his foremans and startling the poor girl

"What are you doing? " She asked all panicky

Asher rolled his eyes " Relax , I'm not going to do anything to you, unless you want me to " He said, a warm tease in his voice.

Lia felt the urge to slap that smug smile off his face.

He drew close to her, his face mere inches away from her's, he stared straight into her eyes and asked " Were you jealous?"

Lia was literally thrown off balance, she never expected that question. She looked up and saw the tugging smile on his lips and knew he asked this on purpose.

He was trying to riffle her emotions and she hated it. She took a deep breath and released it slowly " I wasn't jealous "

He accused , " Liar " and leaned forward while Lia leaned back uncomfortably, she was sitting on the edge of the bed and would probably fall off if not careful.

She gritted her teeth and shot him a thousand watt glare " What makes you think so? "

"Ahh, this is your question " He said, a teasing edge to his voice.

Her chest was heaving with emotion , internally boiling with anger. This was a game and he was playing and controlling her to his rhythm , she was his puppet dancing to his tune.

" What makes me think so? " He still pressed forward, but this time she held still since leaning backward would be falling off the bed.

Amusement played in the debts of his eyes, she was like a cornered rat , with no more holes to run into and hide.

"Your voice, it's curious and sharp , your eyes, blazing and murderous, your heart, pounding and unstable. That's how I know " He whispered into her ears sending shivers down her spine.

His words reached deep inside her, momentarily stunning her but thanks to that distraction, she lost her balance.

She threw her arms around his neck in a haste hoping it would break her fall but she miscalculated her weight and the momentum, Instead successfully brought the both of them to the ground.

Asher lay on top of her, his weight fully crushing her. He immediately tried to stand but her arms held him tight, refusing to let go, leaving him confused.

"My turn " She said boldly, giving him a hint of what was about to come.

So he adjusted his body , making sure his weight rested on his arms and not on her. Since she likes this position, why not give in to her especially with the way her breath kept caressing his lips.

" Are you my mate ? " She asked straightforwardly.

Whatever burning passion he was experiencing shattered at once. He tried to get off her but her hold on him refused to budge at all. The girl was persistent.

"Answer me " She insisted, tightening her grip on him.

"No " He said blandly

She scoffed "Liar "

"I'm not your mate but your real mate is out there searching and missing you" He answered firmly, hands curled into fist and a tinge of burning fury in his heart.

"I don't believe you " Lia shook her head

"Like I care ! "

"Oh you do care " She retorted, looking him in the eyes "I see the way you look at me, the longing, the burning passion in your eyes... "

He interrupted "Then you've being deceived by looks "

"No " She persisted " Dan told me only mates stare at each other that way "

He gave her a ridiculing smile "I'm sorry but you're stupid for believing a fool "

She winced at the coarseness of his voice but choose to believe he was being evasive on purpose.

"And I believe it's time for you to let go" He said decisively.

Lia felt something was wrong and looked down, to her shock, she discovered they were levitating in the air. The guy was using his ability !

Before she could say a word, she felt herself falling and landed on her bed with a thud.

"You !" She gasped, wagging a finger at him and tried to sit up but he pressed her back on the bed before putting something around her neck.

She was about to give full vent to her frustrations in an outburst when she felt something cold rest on her neck. She looked down only to discover it was a necklace.

"Never leave for anyplace without that necklace unless you want to turn all blood thirsty creatures around you into a feeding frenzy "

He warned with his hands tucked in his pocket and watched as she admired the necklace. It was a silver coloured necklace artistically crafted in the shape of a teardrop, it was beautiful.

"I went into a lot of trouble to get that from Sabrina, so lose it and I'll set you straight "

Lia frowned at him, what kind of guy would gift a girl a necklace, rather than shower her with sweet nothings, threatens her with punishment instead.

"Now sleep " He commanded and tucked her warmly under the covers as if she were a child.

At first, Lia thought she was going to have problem sleeping tonight considering what she went through today but surprisingly, her eyelids began to droop, soon enough she was sound asleep.

Watching her sleep, Asher's jaw tightened and in his eyes were a flash of envy. No matter how much he desired, she wasn't his.