"You." Ranulf stepped back and spat at Armand.
"Greetings Ranulf."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Ranulf turned to face me and asked.
"You should ask yourself why do you keep on sabotaging yourself," Armand answered his question for me.
"You clearly don't want me! I f*****g love you, you and Durwin..." I started to get up and wear my clothes and it was making Armand smirked at him, knowing that I was wearing his color.
Ranulf was looking livid like he could murder him.
"So, you're staying here, with him. Knowing that you still love me?"
I couldn't answer him, he knows. He f*****g knows that I was saying the truth, that I still love him, that I still wanted him. And he was proving his words by grabbing me roughly taking me flat to his body. I could hear Armand groaned from behind me
