- ARTHALIA -
I squealed in pain from the press of a soaked towel on my back. Rohan wasn't dabbing my wounds softly. It was almost as if he wanted to punish me for not listening to him and leaving.
I have to attend a family dinner with the seven heads as well and I don't know how to maintain my posture if I feel this weak. What was that demon? How dare he call me his mate?
I wiped my eyes with a gentle thrust of my arm on my face and stared at the hair pin I stole from Six when I had the chance. Technically, it's not called stealing when I'm the owner. It's just my little way of luring him back.
I finally know his name. It's an odd choice of name but I like it.
I grunted, hitting my hand on the wall, trying to let the pain I was feeling out of my mind by biting my lower lip. It doe
