Nessa dragged him to the end of the hallway and almost pushed him into a corner. They exited the function room, and he didn't want to let go of her hand. He knew his hand was sweating from extreme nervousness, but he didn't care. He just didn't want to let go.
"Let go of me," she snapped at him.
"No, I won’t," he insisted.
"Are you really testing how far my patience can go with you? You just made a scene in there. And now you won't let go of my hand?" She was seething at him.
"Because if I let go of your hand, you’ll surely run away from me immediately."
"Why? Shouldn't I do that? You're freaking me out, Viz. What are you doing now? You weren't like this before, right?"
"I wasn't like this before, that's why I lost you. Now, this is who I am."
Nessa ran a hand through her hair. She
