Zilia opened the door and found Casaio in front of her. Lowering her eyes, she gave him way inside. Casaio removed the shoes and put on the slippers.
"We couldn't talk much last day. Where's Idris?" asked Casaio, his tone sounded soft.
"Idris is sleeping," Zilia replied.
Casaio halted slowly and turned to her. "That's better. We can speak without restraints then." His sharp glare made her feel a bit strange. As he took the seat on the couch, he asked Zilia to sit as well.
"How did the meeting go?" Zilia inquired, sitting across from him. She fidgeted with her fingers nervously, her heart racing in an uncertain fear.
"The pact is signed. You and Idris no longer belong to him. He can never use you," Casaio stated. "Why did you run away? I did tell you to stay back. Yet, you again betrayed me. Is this how you're going to play with me?"
