"What happened to you?" Cleo asked, walking in with a hot cup of tea in her hands. "You look upset."
"Grandpa just told me he wants to kill me in three months, and my grandma is my mother," I uttered.
"At last, the games have begun," she said calmly. "I'm Cleopatra from the second house. My family ordered me marrying you, helping you, killing your grandfather. He is more evil then you think. Do you understand what I'm saying here? "
I dug my face for the second time in the pillow, stripped from the last shred of remaining dignity. "Yes, you don't love me!"