Ziyana
Salvatore held my arm firmly and in place as if I could run. I walked beside him, trying to match his long athletic stride. The round neck shirt I had on was pulling up on my body and I used the other hand to draw it over my body.
It's not like they haven't seen everything, I thought, instantly, I let go of my hand and walked freely. They've seen me in my worst really, what point is it, trying to cover up?
As I walked with him, I realised that the house was much bigger than I thought and in fact, it is similar to my father's castle too. Several rooms were locked and there were different wings too, from when we left the playroom, I've counted about a hundred rooms and yet there were still more to go.
Salvatore took a sharp cut and we got to a staircase. My footsteps padded down
