Jane's POV
He trembled in fear and wanted to run away. I knew that would be the first thing in his mind. I held onto his cloth tightly and my other hand was in his mask.
As he tried to run, I pulled off his mask while I dragged him backwards with his cloth. “Who the hell are you and who do you work for? You must be a spy!” My voice was rigid and harsh but my tone was calm.
“Let me go or I will force myself out of your grip.” As he gave a reply, his voice was familiar but he turned his back and I couldn't see his face even though his mask was off.
“You are going nowhere!” My grip tightened fiercely. But he pulled off his cloth, while he was on a white singlet as he managed to run off.
“I will make sure you don't escape.” My heart was desperately made up to get my hands on him. I turne
