Though Ruelle had been clear with her words, she didn't know if the prince understood it. Before he could come to a conclusion, she lifted her hand and said,
"Let us make a pact. One we will not break. Let us be friends."
And though she smiled, the edges of her lips faltered when his eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in.
"Why do I feel like I am being deceived?" Edward questioned.
"Possibly because you are," Ruelle murmured. "For someone like me, being friends with someone like you does come with benefits. I will not pretend otherwise. But I promise I will not use you. I would treat you same as I treat others—for who you are. And I would ask the same in return."
He frowned and stated, "But I like being treated as the centre of the universe. I like—"
