The carriages started to descend the mountain slowly moving through the snow. "Unfortunately, I am in the mood to talk," Cedric replied to her; he was a chatterbox which wasn't his nature.
"When did you turn into a parrot? I thought you loved silence." Abrielle sneered at him. She should have ignored the dark aura around him for longer.
"I guess it was after I started talking to you. I find conversations intriguing, as long as you are talking." He answered, Abrielle was a bit taken aback by his answer. It was difficult handling Cedric when he was acting this way. It was like he was flirting with her.
"Noted, then I will have to talk less. " She retorted.
"Even if you don't talk, there are still ways I can hear your voice," Cedric said in a low, seductive tone. She didn't want to ask him what he had in mind but she was sure it was something she would hate.
