Instead, Cassius had pulled the boots to his knees and pushed the drawstrings inside the loops of the boots, then with ease, he had tied the end into a ribbon before tossing it aside to her as if it was some easy task, "Behave. If you're too noisy, I will throw you out."
She pursed her lips at once but then frowned. Why was she being obedient to this man for his silent treatment? No! He didn't deserve this patience of hers.
"Are you upset?" she asked, and he didn't respond. "You're like a child. When you're upset, you stop talking. What did I do wrong? By thinking there's something good in you?"
He turned his eyes at her frowning and then narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Silence, birdie. You know in whose hands your life is." He wasn't playing around. If earlier was cold, this one was threatening. He seemed to be in an apparent bad mood, and if she poked around and found out, she'd pay the price.
