Chapter 172

The clicking of Bellatrix's heels against the floor was the only sound that could be heard as they walked towards the master's bedroom. Behind her, she could feel Cillian following. Surprisingly, he'd been quiet the entire journey, not a single word slipping past his lips. Not a single action either. He just followed her, as if waiting for something to happen. As they stepped into the room, Bellatrix finally turned and faced him. She met his gaze and unlike his strange quietness, his gaze remained the same, observant and blank. "Let's make some rules," she suggested, her voice flat. "Since we're going to be sharing a room for the next three days, I think it's wise to lay down some ground rules," she said, her face contorting ever so slightly at the mention of the timeline. It was already one thing to be staying in the same house as him for the next month and a half, or so, but to be in the same room as him for the next three days, it was pushing it. "Rules," Cillian muttered as he walk