Before she could even be comfortable with him again, Callistana gritted her teeth. She was about to walk past him but Amos held her on arm again.
"Where are you going?" Amos asked her gently.
"Somewhere far from you," she firmly said.
The fire from the matchstick died. They were in complete darkness again but Amos was staring at her intently with his sharp clear eyes.
"Let's go home, Callistana..."
She tried to be freed from his hold again but effortlessly, his grip was strong enough not to let her go but it was not hurting her at the same time.
"I'm not coming with you, Amos. Just let me go."
"You're coming home with me. Let's go," he said.
Callistana tried him again. She pushed his hand away from her arm but he was not budging.
"I said I am not coming with you." She tried
