The plain apology

Alora's blank gaze slowly turned sharp as she pushed his chest away. She raised her fingers and pointed at his handsome face. 

"If you don't want to tell me your truth then don't. At least don't tease me. Unless I don't know exactly who you are, there is no chance for you to court me, Crimson Shadow! I don't trust you." the corners of her lips tugged upward into a snarl as she glared at him. 

'But I'm Erix, Lora! Your mate!' the words were on the tip of his tongue.  

Crimson sighed. Anyways, He was almost done with her so waiting for one more day wouldn't hurt him, right? 

"Why! Don't you want me to be Erix Hartshorn? Do you hate him that much?" He asked her with a teasing smirk but seeing her stubborn silence He sighed again. "Did you ever trust me before!" He asked, looking at her little finger. Alora rolled her eyes and moved to sit up swatting his chest. He moved back willingly seeing her trying to get up.